Miscellaneous Missives

I love candy. Because I have little self control, I try to keep vast amounts from being stored in my classroom. This doesn't mean I don't eat candy at school. When I need a chocolate fix, I raid the confectionery drawer of a friend. This happens quite often. Although I always seem to find something I like, the latest addition to one of the drawer is the Three Musketeers Mint. These delicious delicacies disappeared rather quickly. Tonight I went to buy candy to add to the goodies drawer, but I could not find the delicious delights. Maybe this is a good thing. After all, today I actually went off campus to buy one of these.

Today I spent forty five minutes and $208 at the dentist. When the hygienist finished picking at my teeth, she said she was going to floss my teeth and apply fluoride. At this I probably jumped in my chair. "What do you mean by fluoride?" I asked. She explained either she could paint it on or use the trays. "If you use the trays, I will cry and scream like a four year old," I explained maturely. She painted it on and exclaimed that she enjoyed my wit. I didn't have the heart to tell her I was serious; it wasn't my unending wit.

I should've posted yesterday from the airport because it would have completely contradicted Friday's post about not minding sitting in the airport. My flight was due to depart at 7:11. Since I arrived early at the airport, I tried to get on the 6:15 flight but decided I could sit in the airport instead of pay $50 to get out an hour early. As time went on neither flight left on time due to strong winds in Minneapolis. Sitting and listening to the Delta people in the airport, it became apparent that their were chances of spending the night. This did not come to fruition, but it was a lengthy wait (landing at MSP around 11:30). The wait was made less tolerable because I was feeling ill with a sore throat and ear ache. Today I stayed home from school with a low temp, sore throat and ear ache because I thought being in the cold wind all day would not alleviate my symptoms and worsen my illness. Instead of correcting the papers I had brought home with me this weekend (today or...

I am staying with my friend and her dog, Milo, in St. Louis. Her dog is a Welsh Corgie. It is the silliest little dog, and perhaps the happiest little dog. We took him on a walk to the farmer's market (BTW- I don't think it's OK for a farmer's market in Missouri to have apples from Washington.) this morning. They actually had a dog parade near the farmer's market. Milo was definitely the center of attention. Everyone stopped to comment on his eyes or his cuteness. He is a super dog, and I think he likes me.

Although some would say I am not a patient person, I typically don't mind waiting in the airport. Of course if I had a choice to wait or not to wait, I would choose not to wait. After all as I arrived at the airport a bit early, I checked for an early flight. It seems I arrived at the same time the flight before my flight left. Even though I do look for an earlier way out, I don't really mind the wait especially since I can use the internet and read. Both of which I've done waiting today (seems they are fixing our plane, so we can leave... waiting). The other entertainment comes from people watching. It was as difficult to ignore the conversation about Obama and his health care debate as it was to ignore the two men looking at the sports page and picking Sunday's games. Watching a family of four watch the computer without saying a word to each other as one child continuously cried was also entertaining (Please tell me they are not sitting near me on the flight)....

An abridged version of this was shown on Grey's Anatomy tonight... powerful.

Our seventh graders are reading The Skin I'm In . Yesterday I was reading a chapter aloud to the classes. A brief synopsis is that the new teacher has an area of discoloration on her face. She is asking the students to write and discuss what their faces say to the world. While doing this, she also asks, "What's my face say?" Her students make comments such as "freak" while she explains about the discoloration. As I was reading this, I couldn't help but think of the similarities and wonder if I should share the story behind my facial scar. It made me feel a bit uncomfortable thinking I should answer their questions, so they don't wonder. All day long I contemplated the reading and decided it was not the time to have the discussion. I am always amazed at the times when I feel sad because of the scar and wonder, "What does my face say to the world."