rain, rain, go away

It rained today...again. For about the twentieth day in a row. I knew it was probably going to rain because, let's face it, rain has been predicted for the past two weeks. However, this morning as I was contemplating whether or not to bring my blue rain jacket with the sweet, gray-striped sleeves, I opted not to take it. After all, I only had class until 9:15. If it was raining later, I could always bring my rain jacket to my afternoon class.

At precisely 9:15, as class was letting out, rain started pelting from the sky. dang.

Fortunately, there was an umbrella in the lost and found in the CTLT, so I borrowed that and biked my merry way home looking much like Mary Poppins but riding a bike instead of floating down from the heavens.

Then, after work tonight (after bringing my rain jacket with me to avoid the same mistake as earlier), I began to bike in the cool, calm night air. About halfway home, once again, rain began to soak me. I stopped my bike, whipped on my rain jacket, and biked the rest of the way home, joyfully biking through puddles and lightly splattering my ankles, happy to be mostly dry.

While I was fortunate to have my rain jacket tonight, I do not wish to continue to lug it around with me everywhere. So please, rain, go away and stop bringing humidity to frizz my hair to bits.

Culturality

I love hearing about other countries...and I love sharing my stories as well. Not that I have a whole lot. I have yet to travel the world, but China and Rwanda are exciting conquests. One of the things I love to hear are stories about cultural faux pas people have made.

My co-worker Matt told me stories from Australia today. The best one was when he and some fellow Americans were sitting around the supper table and one of them mentioned, "I'm stuffed." Immediately the small children of the family clapped their hands over their ears, and the family went silent. The parents merely responded, "So, um, that's how you say it?" Then Matt and his friends were explained that "I'm stuffed" means a certain four-letter-word in English. Matt and his fellow countryment then assured them that they actually meant they were full and the meal was delicious.

Delightful! What a wonderful world we live in where we are able to experience awkwardness with other cultures that are so different from our very own. I love it!

I wish we all experienced culturality more often.

Oh glory of glories!

Second day of class....yessssssssssssssssssss.

I don't have a really big class load, which is sweet. However, the classes I do have will probably be a substantial amount of work. I'm winding down in credits to take, which is really exciting. 13 credits this semester, 15 next semester, and then student teaching.

But the most amazing, wonderful, fantabulous news is that I have class, yet again, from the fantastic Uncle John Jack. Oh yes, my friends. I am delighted to hear more jokes, laughter, and puns from this jolly human being. Unfortunately, I am unable to describe such a man. As Melanie said to me today, "John Jack is more of an experience." And it's true. All I can say is, I am filled with immeasurable joy at the prospect of his class this semester. And what makes it even better is the fact that the class is full of amazing people I have had the pleasure of being in other classes with. Oh my...it will be gloooorious!

zombies, vampires, and schoolness

I'm a zombie.
Kim's a vampire.

Well, not really, but sometimes we wish we were. But then again, not, because we get scared (well, I do anyway).

I watched "Shaun of the Dead" the other week, and I loved it. It was hilarious, scary, and sad all at the same time....which is a weird set of emotions to experience all at once. Ever since then I've been on a zombie kick. I've researched zombies and dreamed zombies...scaring myself. Kim and I watched "28 Days Later" the other night...and then I slept with her. I was too afraid that one of the infected would burst through my window and bite me. It was a good thing I slept with her too, booming thunder had us scared silly in the wee morning hours.

Likewise, Kim is obsessed with vampires. She read the first book in the Twilight series, and now she's on a vampire kick. Mostly because they're sexy. So last night Kim, Kenz, Sarah, and I watched "Interview with a Vampire." Sexy.

Basically, Kim and I are in a disturbing love affair with the undead. And we're going to have an undead party...which will be sweet.

On another note....school starts today. I only have one class today, which will be awesome. Chaz started school last week, which is way exciting. His classroom looks great, his students are sweet, and I think he's going to have a lot of fun. I'm so excited for him (as well as the prospect of helping him)! Hooray!

"As Mr. Sloan always says, there is no "I" in team, but there is an "I" in pie. And there's an "I" in meat pie. Anagram of meat is team... I don't know what he was talking about."