Remember when I said I love you, well forget it, I take it back
I was just a stupid kid back then, I take back every word that I said

These health classes that I am taking are really worth my money. Damn graduation requirements. And damn the fact that I am 25 and still finishing graduation requirements. I guess that's what happens when you...do what I did...which, funny haha, is partially what we talked about in health class today.

This guy, I'm sure he is a really great and nice person, but his teaching style is lacking. He finishes every sentence with "et cetera..." He also says words strangely, which I know has nothing to do with his teaching ability, but I still find it odd. For example the word "measure" he says "may-sure". In what part of the country do people say may-sure and pain-crease (instead of pain-cre-as)?

Anyway today we got to learn about Drugs, Tobacco and Alcohol. We zoned out narcotics and stimulants, compared our cannabis experiences with what the book thinks we should experience, and wished we were drinking instead of hearing about people drinking. The part I paid the most attention to was the tobacco portion. Somewhere in his spiel he mentioned tobacco pipes, and this made me think of something funny.

One of my ex-boyfriends didn't smoke cigarettes or anything else, but he felt kind of left out. He bought a tobacco pipe, like a nice expensive hand carved pipe, and he would pull it out when we all went out to smoke. It would just amuse me because we would all be standing around with our cigarettes, and he'd be standing there with his tobacco pipe and zippo, puffin' away. I don't know maybe you have to know this kid to think it's funny, but I thought it was highly amusing.

My friend in class told me to "suck you" today. Still trying to decide what that means.

My Favorite Time

The best time of the day to go grocery shopping is at 10pm. Empty grocery stores are one of life's small luxuries that make everything else seem a little bit more tolerable.
At 10pm there is always a parking spot within 20 feet of the door. There are never small children weaving through the aisles knocking over displays causing unintentional obstacles courses. There is actually time to read all the food labels, because no one is breathing down your neck trying to get around you. There is always an empty check out line, and I personally love when the cashier can scan my items quicker than I can stack them on the conveyor belt. There is no juggling of carts at the end of the check-out so everyone can squeeze theirs in to load them back up. There are no soccer moms.

On a side note: I have nothing against soccer moms per say, but they always act so scatter brained and oblivious to everyone and everything besides themselves and their children of course. It's like they are on a mission and nothing will stop them until they get what they want, including you.

There is one thing that you will still run into at 10pm at the grocery store, and that is little old ladies stopping in the middle of the aisles to check items off of their list, but lets be honest that is unavoidable at any time of the day or night.

You know how most children hate going to the grocery store. My future children are going to love it because that will be the night they get to stay up late, it'll probably be the one thing they look forward to all week.

mmm honey crisp apples = <3

This is just about the time of the year when I always start to question why I live in Minnesota, instead of somewhere like California or Hawaii where it really never gets cold! During the first few days of fall people have such a blah attitude. The sky clouds over, suddenly you notice this remarkable thing they call wind, and it's not the nice breezy kind, it's the pull your jacket tighter around your waist kind. I myself have been kind of blah today, but in a few days when the leaves start to change colors and my body temperature balances out with the outside temperature it will all be back to normal.

While sitting in Nutrition class today listening (or not listening) to my teacher go on and on about fats and lipids, I started daydreaming. I remembered when I was little and up until 2nd grade I never thought of teachers as people. I guess I thought of them more as drones who were implanted in schools to bore us to death with information we'd never need to know in the real world. I guess I thought that after we all went home they plugged themselves into the wall, powered-off, and recharged for the night.

In second grade we had a student teacher for half of the first semester. I hated her, I mean pure hatred (or as close as one can get to feeling like that at the age of 7). I don't even know why I hated her so much. I think I thought she dressed too frumpy (and we all know how keen my fashion sense was at that age, beaded fringed clothing ring a bell?)? Her hair was too blond and wavy?...I don't know, obviously I was just a superficial little bitch back then. Anyway, one day we were all getting ready to have story time. Ms. [insert appropriate elementary school teacher sounding last name here] informed us that she only had one week left of student teaching and then she would be gone. I don't know if it just slipped out or if I was trying to impress my friends but I yelled "YES"! It has been 18 years since then, I don't even remember what the lady looked like, but I will never forget the look of sadness I saw in her eyes when I looked at her that day. That day I realized that teachers were people, and I think that day was the day that I learned what compassion was (*tear*). Funny thing was after I realized she was actually a human being I clung to her, on her last day I was the last one to let go as she walked out of the door.

I'm not sure how or why I thought of that story today.

Turns out, teachers are people after all. Who knew?