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Forgetting About Lucy & Other Random Updates

This is my life! :)

 

Watson has calmed down, and for that I am thankful. He bites somewhat, but not as often or as hard. He is licking more than biting, and purring more than clawing. He likes to sleep now, and romp outdoors. He comes back to the door on his own now, and he doesn’t have his moments of crazy sprinting. He is all curled up next to me as I write. I like having a cuddly buddy instead of a terror. It’s Watson and I vs. the World.  I miss Cooper, but he has been replaced by another 4 legged fur-ball.

All this guy does is sleep…

OK this whole running thing has to get real, and it has to get real fast! Im at like 3 miles… so I need to add 10 miles in 3 months. Doesn’t sound too bad, but this girl hates running. Like at all. I think I need to start saving for a bike. I LOVED riding mom’s when I was home. I need a workout that actually like to do. I like feeling the breeze and going fast on the bike, not huffing and puffing while running.  I have the Zoo Run this afternoon, which is a relay that each person runs 2 miles. I am really want to run it sub 18 minutes, but we shall see how that goes! (Update: I ran it in 19:40. ARGH. But I was a minute faster than last year and didn’t walk at all so… I guess that counts?)

I ventured out on Wednesday and went to McAllister Park to do my long run. I was having a serious mental block. I was so tired of my loop and running on a sidewalk that I needed to go somewhere new to get past my 2.8 mile brick wall. It was so nice to run at the park. They have a big 6 mile loop and other little ones that you can jump on to. I finally hit 4 miles. That is the first time since last Dec (for the 10k run) that I had gone over 3.2miles so… I was relieved. If I didn’t have to pee so incredibly badly, I could have gone for at least another half of a mile. (Sorry if that was too much info). I am going to go back today and try to get 5 in. Definitely making sure that my bladder is EMPTY before I start running this time! The run was so pretty though. Look who I saw:

 

(before I get any smart comments… no I did not need stitches after that encounter!!!)

So I was perusing the World Wide Web and found something extremely interesting. How did I NOT know about this?!?!  And who doesn’t love Harry Potter, and Eddie Redmayne. Seriously.

http://harrypotter.wikia.com/wiki/Fantastic_Beasts_and_Where_to_Find_Them_(film_trilogy)

Phyllis Schlafly. Can someone please explain this woman to me? She relates to my last post on feminism. Don’t know who she is? Read this article below. (Good luck getting through it without throwing something) I was pretty annoyed by the end.

http://thinkprogress.org/politics/2015/09/11/3700281/phyllis-schlafly-republican-candidates/

If that’s not enough… keep googling. What makes me the most mad is that she is all against women’s rights, all for the submissive wife BUT… she is (according to Wikipedia) “activist, author, and speaker and founder of the Eagle Forum.” So… the woman who thinks that women belong in the home is out campaigning, writing books and has had a (unfortunately) strong political career. Ummmmm what? How does that work? Shouldn’t she be in the kitchen or something? How can you promote something that, by promoting it, you are doing the exact opposite of what you are promoting? (Does that make sense?)

So I think I am losing it lately. I have let Watson outside twice this week and forgot that I had. Not only did I forget, but I couldn’t remember if I even had let him out once I remembered I hadn’t seen him for awhile. (See… not ready for offspring).

To add to that absent-mindness… I went outside to change my license plate holder (Thanks mom and dad!) and remembered that I had been driving around for 2 months with an expired registration. Before my parents call to yell at me… I had already renewed, but the sticker kept living on the kitchen counter instead of my windshield. So… decided it was about time to change it out. As I was figuring out the stupid sticker, I read my inspection sticker. 8 15. Ohhhh crap. Guess who also has an expired inspection. Thank you car windshield sticker gods…. I have to make it to the zoo and back tonight without getting pulled over. Then I get to spend a Saturday getting my car inspected. Shouldn’t be too busy because no one else in San Antonio is going to go to an auto place on a Saturday. Argh.

 (Update: I did make it to the zoo run and back with an expired inspection. The Saturday line could have been worse I guess… but I was a little annoyed because they no longer give you a sticker to put on your windshield. I have a piece of paper in my glove compartment to prove I was inspected. Umm… why didn’t I just tear off my sticker then and take a chance? When the guy said that to me, I just groaned and said “Ahh man… not my registration sticker is floating weird (it really is without the other sticker). If I would have known I would have waited to put on my registration sticker until after today. I JUST put it on my car on Thursday”. He says “Yeah a lot of people hate that their sticker is floating. Wait… your registration says it was due in July”… and he looks at me with a smirk. Yeah ok dude… you caught me. Geez.)

So my “bite” is really bothering me. I hope the thing that bit me has died a slow and painful death via another insect or something. The bite is behind my left knee so... it is constantly ripped open. This is what it used to look like:

That mountain portion is the size of a nickel

 

This is what it looked like on Wednesday (and still looks like that but the scab is bigger):

The scab is the sixe of a nickel and the red, swollen itchy part around it is a little bigger than a 50 cent piece

(Update. It now looks like a scab with dry skin all around it. I think it is FINALLY getting better!)

 

Ahhh technology. I really do love it. It is the age of “if you hate talking to people, you don’t have to” in terms of ordering things. For this introvert… it’s amazing. I just refilled my prescription online on CVS. I can order anything from Panera for Rapid pickup from my laptop or my phone. I order pizza online from Pizza Hut, customize everything and then go pick it up at a selected time. All without picking up the phone. Technology is such a beautiful thing.

I am so EXCITED for FOOOOOOTTTTBBBBBAAAALLLLL!!!! I am sad that I only get the stupid Cowboy’s games down here and no Bills. The stakes are higher this year in the Pick’em league so I really have to up my game (and NOT pick the Bills every week like I did last year. Probably would have come in first instead of second if I didn’t put so much faith in that team!) Other than watching football, I am just trying to get chores done so my week is slower. Running 4-5 miles takes up a lot of my night! (Im pretty slow!) I have to make sure to schedule workouts into life and plan around my runs instead of planning my runs around other stuff. I would never get out there if I didn’t schedule them!

Until next time…

  

I am a Feminist

WE SHOULDN’T LET THE IDEAS OF A BEAUTIFUL CULTURE AFFECT US TOO MUCH BECAUSE FAR BETTER THAN BEAUTY IS THE ENDEARING CONCEPT OF BEING INTERESTING. –Darling Magazine

I am a feminist. Not the bra burning, man hating kind. Those are annoying. (And frankly, it totally hurts their cause when they are that man hating. I mean seriously. Come on). Im the “girls can do anything” kind of feminist. I think the term “Feminist” means different things for different generations. Thankfully, Title IX happened long before I was around to play sports and we are witnessing women doing more and more things (Did you all see the women who completed the Ranger training?!?!? How kick ass is that? Although even after they went through the rigorous training/testing, they cannot participate combat Ranger roles. WTF US. Army?) People asked if the course standards were lowered for the female soldiers. That was one of the first questions!!! Why on earth is that even a question?? We obviously have a long way to go.

When I say that I’m feminist, I mean that I am a firm and ardent believer that women can do anything. We can be the CEO of a multi-billion dollar company, a world leader, small business owner, mayor, astronaut, engineer, a scientist or a stay at home mom. More importantly, we can be a leader in any field, and have kids. I think we are getting better at accepting that, but becoming pregnant can still cause problems and setbacks in a women’s career. Why is it that the United States has the worst numbers when it comes to giving mothers maternity leave. Accenture is amazing and gives 12 paid weeks off, plus the paid time off stills accrues which means you basically earn another week while you are out. Add that to any PTO that you saved and you can have a nice, long leave. The problem is that policy is rare.  I obviously have ZERO experience, but I highly doubt shoving a lifeform out of your body isn’t exactly pleasant and recovery isn’t instant.

When I say that I’m a feminist, I mean that I want to see the unattainable images of women completely shattered. I want to see “brains” outweigh “beauty”. I hate that beautiful and smart seems to be thought of as the exception. The word “genius” is a male word. How often do we hear it applied to a woman? If it is, it is viewed as another exception. Much like the idea of a tom-boy. If a girl likes to get dirty, wear pants, doesn’t like to paint her nails, etc. she is given a label that has boy right in it! Why can’t a girl be more than a creature that applies makeup, paints her nails and shops?

When I say that I’m a feminist, I mean that I want to see a change in some guy’s attitudes regarding women. Why are woman traits/body parts used in a negative way to describe men? Excuse my language, but it is necessary to get my point across. If a guy is being a scaredy-cat or something to that effect, he is called a pussy. To a much lesser extent… un-athletic guys are told they “throw like a girl”. (there are so many more… so many) Even the phrase “Grow a Pair” is giving positive traits (strength, boldness, etc) to the male genitals. It definitely doesn’t mean to grow a pair of boobs.

When I say that I am a feminist, I mean that women should breastfeed in public. I mean come on people who are uncomfy with that… you all see more boobage in everyday media and at Walmart than you do when a woman is breastfeeding. Honestly, I don’t know if I would want to, but hey… a kid has got to eat and there is ZERO harm in it. And most of the time there is a tent thing…. Hello you cant even see anything.

When I say I am a feminist, I mean that I see gender roles with toys…. It starts instantly. As soon as the parents announce the sex, half of the toys on the market goes out of the window. Boys get cars, trucks, trains, airplanes, boats, superheroes, blue things, and building blocks. Girls get pastels, flowers, everything pink, dolls, play kitchens, vacuum cleaners, castles, dress up clothes, and princesses. Why can’t the girl get the truck? And the boy get the kitchen? I honestly buy trucks for baby girls… And there is no way that my little girl (if I have one) is getting a play makeup set. She can get heels and the cool dress up dresses though. Those are cool.

When I say that I am a feminist, I mean that I am not a fan of the Disney Princess…. Thankfully that is getting better. I was so excited when Mulan came out because she owned the rescuing business. Goodness that took long enough. Why do girls need a prince to rescue them? I can rescue myself thank you very much. Give me the sword and Ill slay the freaking dragon. They are all so dumb too... the early princesses. Sleeping Beauty (my favorite) is so naïve. Snow White is so SO dumb. Have you watched that recently? And all she does is clean. Cinderella is so freaking obedient. (By the way… that bring me to the moment that I won’t say obey in my vows. Im not obeying anyone.  I don’t care if it is mutual. I don’t want Mr. Whoever to obey me either. Ok back to princesses) Tangled was a little better. I would like a Prince to do something really stupid and have to be rescued by a princess. Then I’ll be happy.

When I say that I am a feminist… I doesn’t mean that I won’t change my name if/when I get married. I did think about it during my stint at a liberal, liberal arts school. It’s a huge identity change! Why do I have to change my name to match Mr. Whoever? Argh. I got over it though, so perhaps Rusch will someday fall off the end of Anna Glencora. (Unless I leave Rusch there and tack the new name on the end. And not use Rusch. Be Anna Glencora Rusch Whoever, but sign Anna Whoever. That’s a legit possibility. My kids won’t inherit the Rusch) I do hate addressing envelopes to married people though. Why it is “Mr. and Mrs. Guy Whoever”. Where is the girl’s name? Why can’t it just be” Mr. and Mrs. Whoever”? Or “Mr. and Mrs. Guy and Anna Whoever”. Of that looks dumb. How about “Mr. Guy and Mrs. Anna Whoever”? I don’t know… I just hate addressing envelopes and leaving out the girl’s identity.

When I say that I am a feminist, I mean that I want to see a new generation of girls being raised. A generation that speaks their mind and does it well, knows she can be absolutely anything, doesn’t need a man to define her, is intelligent, bold, unique, feisty, confident, strong, independent, problem solvers, creators, compassionate, self-sufficient and, perhaps most importantly, know how to dream.  Because they can do anything they want to do.

 

Back to San Antonio

I needed a life reset. I was hoping that getting out of San Antonio and going home would be just that, a reset button. I am not sure that was what I got… I was so busy and never alone, that I never got “sit quietly and think” time. I didn’t even work out that much (besides hauling wood!). I only went on 2 runs and 2 bike rides. (Let me tell you… I MISSED Texas’ flatness on those 4 occasions. My “block” doesn’t have a flat part at all! Man those hills kicked my butt!) It was good to get away, but I didn’t get much time to relax, and I reset when I have alone time…. Something I had zero of.

I have officially decided that I am nowhere near ready for offspring. (I am sure that shocked none of you) I am two rows behind a girl who looks about my age, all alone, with a small child. (maybe 1.5 or 2 years old? I don’t know children so Im not good at telling). She is incredibly embarrassed that her little girl is crying on the plane. She looks like she wants to disappear into her seat. Pretty sure if someone offered her a rag and some chloroform, she would gladly accept both. She is doing everything in her power to entertain the tiny human, to no avail. It looks absolutely exhausting. Guess who is not selfless enough to volunteer to create one of those at this moment? Just the thought of traveling with a child… argh. So do you not travel unless you drive? But then you have to pack all of the required essentials for the tiny human. Guess who isn’t ready to pack bags in order to go to the grocery store, or out to dinner. (can’t imagine doing that either!)

According to… well Im not entirely sure who… “Money Can’t Buy Happiness”. I would like disagree. To some extent anyways. Obviously money can’t buy everything. And the things it cannot buy are pretty big and substantial. I would, however, like to point out that it does help a LOT, and as a 26 year old girl… it would solve a lot of my problems. If I didn’t have my loans, I think I would be a lot freer to do more things. I think I could take more chances. $500+ a month expense is pretty big, especially when it keeps happening every month for the next 5 years or so. I can’t exactly choose not to pay it for 4 months. No loans = $500 extra a month that I could be saving. I could travel with that. I could save that. I could quit my job and find myself with that. (that’s a little extreme, but you get my point). Traveling all over the world is a whole lotta happiness. I could go to Stromboli, go find Loch Ness, or buy a vintage car to take road trips in. $500 a month… that’s $6,000 a year! So… if someone wants to help me prove that stupid saying wrong, I am taking donations! ;)

I keep going back to that coffee “date” yesterday with Al. It’s a “going home” tradition and honestly it’s a bi-annual ritual that does wonders for my sanity. We are never fully satisfied with our lives when we meet, and he is the only person in that town who has never thought that I was crazy for wanting more. Nothing we bounce off of each other is too crazy, no trips too wild, no ideas too weird. We are completely honest with each other (sometimes to a fault). I keep going back to our conversations over the years… how our goals have shifted, problems evolved and views have changed, but how our frustration has, for the most part, remained the same.  He is the only friend who has really been on the same page as I have been in every dept. of life.

We are basically the last two holding out from our graduating class, planning our next trip instead of a wedding. That hour and a half was the only chat in which I walked away optimistic about the future and the potential it holds. I always leave contemplative and frustrated though, knowing that we have had these talks for at least the last 9 years. Its starts the same way every time… we plop down somewhere with a coffee or beer, ask the loaded question “So, how’s it going?”, we sigh, and start to vent. What I love about our talks… we never ask the “so what are you going to do to get there?” or badger each other on it. We just shoot the breeze and… it’s always good to see him.

My food list for the journey home was extensive, and even though every social engagement included food, I didn’t get to any of my spots. Its ok, because I never want to eat again after having it feel like Thanksgiving for 9 days in a row. I did get the big one…. Duffs Wings. They are the BEST. And I had Tim Hortans a few times. I missed Wegmans, Johnnies, and Alfies…. But I am sure they will be there next time. I really never want to eat again though. Argh I feel so gross.

I was tired last night when I wrote my blog, so I glazed over the Chautauqua visit. It was so good to go, although I have a bit of a bad taste in my mouth regarding that place. Once one sees behind the curtain, you can never go back. How many years was I there getting yelled at? Way too many. While I made friendships with the ticketers, and a few other on the grounds, it really wasn’t fun. You never realized how badly you get treated until you get a real job and see how a company is supposed to treat you. How lucky were we that all of us had Laurie. I was wandering around and almost every good memory had Laurie in it. I think Im over CHQ, what it is supposed to be vs. what it is. I know the area relies on the economic benefits of the season but… argh. We all stayed one extra year for Laurie. I was so happy to see that the Praying Mantis was still sitting in her front yard. I laughed out loud. I am glad that I did my own thing to remember her. It was good to do. I miss her.

My spider bite got pretty gross. See:

I had a dream last night that spiders were hatching from it. It was terrifying and disgusting. The sad part… I turned on the light at 1am to make sure that there weren’t any spiders spawning from my leg. Yeah… sad. In my defense I was really sleepy and the thing itched like CRAZY!

Back to real life. Argh. That is never fun. I truly need a vacation from this vacation! I am thankful that I have Labor Day off to regroup! I need to get my butt in gear in terms of running for that half marathon, and eating better. I never want to eat out again. Ever. I am going home to zero food though, and a holiday the next day. Who knows what I’ll get dig out for food!

Oh in case you needed a visual of my crazy. See I am missing TWO!:

Nothing New

I am an introvert. Full blown introvert who needs to be alone to recharge. Being alone for me is a chance to relax and regroup. I don’t think my friends always understand that. There are some nights that I really just need to say, I am sorry but I need some alone time. It’s nothing personal. It doesn’t mean that I don’t enjoy spending time with you… it’s just that I need to recharge my batteries. Wanting to be alone doesn’t mean I am sad, or depressed either. I just need quiet time without having to talk to people.

For me parties, and meeting new people are both exhausting. Small talk is taxing. Oh how I hate small talk. I love listening in group conversations, more than talking. Not because I don’t have an opinion, but because I am making new connections in my brain, forming my thoughts and…. well honestly… making impressions of the people I am with. These sum me up:

http://www.buzzfeed.com/jessicamisener/21-things-introverts-love?sub=2809321_2105369#.df7pZ4aVj

Even if I know the people that I am hanging with, I still get overwhelmed. I have seen a LOT of people this week and I have loved seeing everyone... but last time I completely shut down. I couldn’t handle the talking/questions from mom and dad so I went upstairs to get quiet time. I was exhausted from talking and being social.

Ahhh the country. Everything moves slower here. Literally. I don’t remember the last time I drove at 35 miles per hour. I feel like every road is 35 or 45. It’s only the back roads that you can get up to 55 on (besides the highway!) Driving is SO much better here. So relaxing!!

I am starting to realize how pretty it is here. I have missed the lake. A lot. When I am a multi-millionaire, I may add a summer house in Lakewood to the list of houses. (flat in London, apartment in NYC and house in Geneva are already on it) If there was an economy here, I may have actually stayed. But there isn’t anything here. There aren’t any jobs. (Especially for an art history major)

I got bit by something Wednesday morning. I am thinking a spider since I have never had a bite this bad, this big, this gross, this painful, this disgusting. The only thing that helps is ice. I even have had to sneak downstairs at 4am to get some. Today it started to ooze. That was so pleasant. I put a band-aid on it when I went outside to get in the last tree. It itched so badly that I just wanted to take the chainsaw and chop my leg off. I hate itching. I hate when that is all you can think about.

This week has been FULL of one question. “So Anna, How is Texas?” What a broad question. I never knew where to start, so I usually just said “hot”, although I knew that was not what they meant. I am so glad I went to Texas. I needed to go. But it’s not it yet. The second question “are you still applying to jobs” always tripped me up to. Yes, and no. And the famous third question “so what is it that you want to do”. That is where I gave up trying to answer, and changed the subject.

Thursday was the Laurie Ennis Memorial tour. (I don’t like adding the Memorial part in there). I parked at the Main Gate and went in to use the bathroom. Argh. The feeling of walking in there. I walked around the grounds, hoping not to really run into anyone I knew. I stopped in the bookstore to look for a dumb mug, hoping to find it. Alison and I had bought one for Laurie and it said “Chautauqua, Uniquely Yours for Making Memories”. I don’t remember how Alison and I edited it, but I remember doodling on it with a sharpie. I really wanted one, but they didn’t have them. The bookstore had sold them what… 3 seasons ago now?

I stopped at Tasty Acres and got the chicken finger basket to go (with waffles fries, honey mustard and ranch dressing of course!) I just hung out by the lake and ate lunch. I went by the big landmarks with the best stories. It was good to do, and slightly sad. I think I smiled more than I was sad though. Such funny stories.

I had coffee with Alex today, and it was the perfect way to end the trip. We have always been on the same page. While everyone is getting married and having kids, we are trying to decide where in the world we are traveling to next. I always walk away from those coffee sessions feeling restless, and wanting to embark on the next adventure. I also walk away frustrated and contemplative. I just took a drive after. Makes my cube feel even more constricting.

I thought this week would be relaxing… but between getting in 5 trees, installing a swing, fixing a bridge, and having a crazy social life, I haven’t had a free moment to myself! I cant decide if I want to go back tomorrow or not. I am ready for quiet time, but not for work! And I will miss the green, the lake, not needing shoes, and the lazy driving. There are few feelings better than a back country road, loud music, and all of the window down!

Pitfalls of a Small Town Education

I am trying to use my brain more, and be more aware of the world in which I live, so I bought Time Magazine at the airport for the trip home, complete with Donald Trump’s face plastered on the cover. I learned a lot about what is currently going on in this world! That led me to thinking about how I became so ignorant in the realm of the world. I think it has something to do with my small town America High School education, which brings me to a rant:

If you know me, you know how I feel about PCS. I always get told that I didn't appreciate high school and I need to be grateful about my small town childhood. Yes there are things that I LOVE about going to a small school, but that doesn't mean I received the best education.

Do students these days even learn about current events? I didn’t when I was in school. And I don’t mean having to submit a one paged “report” on a current event topic every other Friday (that was the only exposure that I had to the happenings of the world when I was in high school, and that was only when I was a senior). Those homework assignments were a joke. I would do them the period before in the computer lab during study hall. I wouldn’t even read the article, knowing that I didn’t need to in order to get an A. My strength is reading, and being able to skim something to pick out a few key points. I just beefed that up a little and handed it in after 15 minutes of “work” with no clue what I just read, or the implication of the event had on the world. The problem was… I didn’t have to have an opinion on what I read. I just had to “prove” that I read it (which is very easy to get around apparently). So perhaps… that is a little on me. But not having to have an opinion, allowed me to get away with not knowing the facts.

I remember having “debates” in government class, but that still doesn’t count for me. I don’t think I was aware of the world until I went to college. Is that the same for everyone? Or is it another fail in my splotchy high school education? When we were “told” about an event, it was just that. We were informed about it. I wasn’t ever asked to form my own thoughts. I was taught to regurgitate what I was being told. Walking into a college classroom for the first time completely blew me away. Wait… they just told me something, and now they want my opinion?!?! I don’t understand… they are the teacher. Aren’t we just supposed to tell them what they had previously told us?

The thought of having a discussion in a class was foreign to me. I was seated in a room with students who had been to elite (and average) private schools. They had been ingrained with the notion that you talk in class, and support your opinions with facts. For two years, my “social studies” education involved me walking into the classroom, and staring at 2 white boards. These boards were filled with writing, and I mean filled. Then, we would spend 30 minutes copying down the notes from the board. For the last ten minutes of the 40 minute class, our teacher would then read everything to us and provide a couple more sentences of insight. Then we would all file out of the room with a hand cramp and 1 page of freshly written notes.

I think that those points above are the big things that frustrate me the most about my small town, small school education. The lack of knowledge/care about the broader world. The closed mind mentality of “We are in America. Speak English. Why do I need to learn Spanish?” (That is probably my number one pet peeve by the way. I can’t debate the topic rationally, or politely for that matter.) The sheltered, unrealistic environment of conservative, all white people who all know everything about everyone. Then in school, we were never exposed to the problems, thinking and culture of other people.

We need to be raising a generation that understands the global community that they are a part of, and the relationship that every part of the world has with each other. I know I am a bias ex-student of a high school that I do not think very highly of, and understand that America’s education on a whole is not reflected in a tiny Western NY school. I also understand that teachers get a bad rap from the ones like the social studies teacher that I described above. Not every teacher is like that, and I am sure that he is in the minority. It is just incredibly frustrating to think about what the current students at Panama are not learning. That upon graduation, they are not necessarily open-minded young adults who are able to think for themselves. Instead, if things are the same as when I left, they are walking out of the doors as sheltered, un-inspired young adults who are not used to questioning teachers, forming their own opinions, have no idea how to think critically, and are in no way a global citizen.

I have been going back and forth about being a teacher since I was a freshman in college. I took an education course and hated it. In June I went to an info session at UTSA about being a teacher, and never followed though, deciding for the 15^th time that I didn’t want to do it. Teachers are so important. My 5^th grade teacher was the reason I fell in love with history. My 2^nd grade teacher taught me how to have a backbone, and dust myself off after making a mistake. My first grade teacher made me love to read even more. My Adv. Bio teacher made me love a subject that I previously hadn’t cared for at all. My 11^th grade English teacher taught me how to find the meanings in the words beyond what the story was telling me.

But it is the bad ones that frustrate me. It is that group of teachers that make me want to be teachers. The ones that didn’t teach us. The good ones inspired me, the bad ones made me lose interest in school. The English teacher that made us read quietly to ourselves while she shopped online. The Honor’s English class that our teacher had us making videos “I Am” instead of reading, and then being mad when no one wanted to take the AP test. The science teacher that had us watch “Voyage of the Mimi” everyday. These teachers and classes left gaping holes in my education.

We had an Economics teacher for half of a year who told us to “Always Question Authority”. Back then I didn’t really get it. Oh I said what I thought, but didn’t question my teachers. As a senior I had a long distance learning calc class. This means that hte teacher is remote, along with the other half of the class. The group at Panama wasn’t learning. We couldn’t hear over the other kids scratching the mics, and the teacher wasn’t getting the information across to us. So we brought it up with the administration and were completely ignored. It was our fault that we weren’t learning. So we kinda rebelled (which didn’t help our cause) and we all ended the year not knowing calc and having a crappy grade. (I remember we were sent to the library to wait for class to start because it was on a different schedule that Panama, and we were too unruly to be left alone. That wasn’t true until they made us go to the library. We made a chain with a big paper ball on the end and shuffled to and from the library as a chain gang. A teacher even helped us out and stored it in her room for us. The admin hated us… the honors kids who decided to call them out on their crap in a very passive aggressive way!)

There would be no way in hell that I would send my kids to Panama. Yes, it was nice being in a small school as you knew everyone. But from a strictly educational stand-point… nope. Wouldn’t happen. I remember I wrote a short letter to the local paper entitled “Panama Still Has a Long Way to Go” as a senior in high school. (I need to find that article) Everyone in the community was mad at me because I started a controversy… I critiqued Panama and said exactly what I thought. The school board brings in kids after the first year of college to hear what the students have to say about how they felt they were prepared for college. I wasnt asked. :) Neither was my other friend who felt like she was unprepared as well. They ask students who they know are going to say nice things. They didn’t want to hear the truth. I wasn’t prepared for college. I know college is a big step, and perhaps no one is really prepared. BUT I could have been a lot more ready. I remember the first day of English class in college… I was frantically scribbling g notes and lost on what the teacher was asking me to do, and the kids around me were sleeping in boredom. One asked “don’t you remember this crap from high school”? No… I was never taught it. (Also it was really hard to conjugate sentences in my Latin class, when I never learned how to do it in English”.

So what am I getting to in this? No, every teacher isn’t bad, but there surely are some out there. I know that Education is a hot topic in NYS, and the crap with the Common Core and teaching to a test. There has to be a better way to do things. There has to be a better way of FAIRLY evaluating teachers. And why is there tenure? If I am not good at my job, I get fired. The good teachers shouldn’t be punished in the evaluation process, and they shouldn’t have to teach to tests. I don’t know what the answer is, but small town American school scare me. Perhaps it’s time to start a Charter School?

Too Much Stuff

This trip home has been a journey down memory lane! It is the first time that I have come home and haven’t been depressed (post Rome and post London), stuck (post London) or feeling anxious (when I was here a year ago). I came home last Sept and it was too soon. Too close to my 1.5 year stint. This time I was able to walk through the Buffalo airport without sitting on a plastic chair and crying. (post London) Coming home for summers in college weren’t even relaxing. I killed myself working a minimum wage job. This new set of eyes is providing me an entire new lens to see my hometown through and… I kinda like it.

It so pretty here. And so green! I didn’t realize how much I missed the green. The trees are tall, and full of GREEN leaves. Every place seems to have a memory to it the last few days. I think my last blog post had something to do with that. Change comes slowly here, and rarely comes at all. It’s odd because it is like I almost get thrown back into the past when I come home.

I went on a bike ride last. 10 slow miles through the country. It was so much fun. I know who lives in each house, and I even had to stop my ride to chat with neighbors who were out for a walk. When I got to the four corners, I found myself anxious about how I was going to cross the two streets to get to the other side. Some things really never change. I almost got hit there once, a long time ago, because even though I had looked all four ways, by the time I started to go there was a new car that I didn’t see. Thankfully they were being alert and stopped before hitting my back tire! But every time since that day, the four corners have made me nervous! Once I got through the four corners and onto the back roads, it was so pretty. I waved to the Amish, yelled going through the tunnel on Hoag road, and got my butt kicked on all of the hills! (this isn’t flat ole Texas!)

The scary part about being home… is seeing all of my stuff. I have never lived in an apartment in this country, but I can literally furnish one. (minus table/chairs, a couch, and a tv). Pretty sure I have enough art to cover the walls of a mansion, I have everything for a kitchen besides pots and pans, and could have a party and have extra wine glasses. Its scary. And I am a complete brand snob when it comes to house things. Shirts, shorts, pants etc.. I could less. My wine glasses… are either Wedgwood or Ralph Lauren. I have a wine decanter with 4 matching wine glasses, and a liquor decanter with 4 high ball glasses and 4 little ones… they all match. Oh and throw in the Royal Doulton brandy glasses. Why?? Why do I have these? I don’t drink brandy!

Someday my registry will literally be pots and pans, a vacuum cleaner, a KitchenAid mixer, whatever new fiesta color is out, and some china. I have EVERYTHING else. A tea kettle, electric kettle, hand mixer, every gadget known to man, candlesticks, coffee maker, skillets, cute cookie cutter, mugs galore, London soup bowls and the list just keeps going. I am just missing an apartment. I even have a curio cabinet…. Yup. A curio cabinet full of even more stuff.

The scariest part is under my sister’s bed. It is CRAMMED full of Fiestaware. I have a collecting problem. (I heard the first step to breaking an addiction is admitting that you have a problem? Well I have multiple times and I still collect) The problem is… when I look at my boxes of Fiestaware, I don’t see 19. I see that I am missing 2. (the new ones.. Sage and Slate). Then I crack open my Hope Chest… and crammed inside are all of the fruit bowls for each set. Again, I don’t see 12 bowls, I see that I am missing 9. (including the 2 new colors). On top of my Fiestaware dishes, I have a completely different set for Christmas! Thankfully I have convinced myself that I only need the serving pieces for parties. I don’t have the dining sets. I know that if I buy one, however, I would be going down a very dangerous rabbit hole.

I have always had this “problem”. Another example is the crazy things I found while going through the attic. I have every Lord of the Rings character action figure… including the multiple versions of Aragon. (he was my favorite. I LOVE Viggo Mortensen. His photography is so cool as well!) Why do I have every single one? WHY? I remember obsessively looking for them at KB Toys in the mall, and saving my allowance to get another one. It was when I poked my head around mom and spotted the large container of Pepsi cans that I had to stop digging, in fear of what else I had forgotten about. (The Pepsi cans are from one of their campaigns when the new Star Wars was coming out. They had a different character on each side. I remember enlisting my friends to be on the lookout for ones I didn’t have.) What on earth am I going to do with all of those?

I went through my stuff with the good intentions of weeding through stuff and getting rid of things I don’t want. There isn’t anything left to throw away! I am at the point that I can’t get rid of anything until I know my next step. Everything has a memory tied to it. I know that sounds like a pack rat (and I guess I kinda am) but I really don’t have “junk” anymore. I had done a good job of really being hard on myself and throwing/donating things last time. My sister may get a few more clothes, but other than that I only have important things left. (and stuff for an apartment!) I am really ready to settle somewhere and have all of my stuff. I want to have my own space and all of my belongings. Somewhere to make my own. I am hoping next spring to make that a reality. I will be 27 and that is definitely the time to get my own space!

More memories, stories and random topics to come!