#rd hour was going great. Almost half of my kids did their homework (it's a rough class) and everyone was working away on their peer edits--making sure their classmates bumped up their grades a bit.
I walked back to my desk to see what I could from the back of the room and grab something or other and
BAM
blackout.
not really BAM per say, it was more of a bewooowwwwmmmm- silence. Absolute chaos ensued.
My classroom was mostly just mildly surprised and everyone was a tad confused- but the 6th grader down the hall were yelling, screaming in pure terror! Oh did I mention that they actually have WINDOWS in those classrooms? So here are my precious 9th graders, calmly taking out cell phone to light the way, opening doors and staying seated just waiting until I figure out what's going on.
Little do they know, the dark is what I'm most afraid of. Terrified really. I can't stand it.
SO we trudge out to the hallway where there's a bit more light, but it's super loud and freeeeing because the heat is electric and they just get right back to work. Love them.
Anyway, we get ushered into another teacher's room and keep working. Eventually the kids are let out to go get lunch in the pitch dark lunch room (I refused to help until my need for a fork forced me in) and then they're told to return to their 3rd hour classroom. Back they come to me and we just sit and eat lunch and they ask me questions after question.
What's your husband's name?
major?
age?
where'd you get married?
Why?
What kind of music do you like?
What is the longest time you've spent doing the same thing at one time? ( writing an outline, 8 hours)
It was exhausting but fun! I loved being able to tell them about my life and to be a real person just stuck in a blackout with them! But my favorite part was when they all asked
"well can't we just stay with you 4th hour and talk, someone can cover your class and who care if we go to ours?"
love them.
still had to go to class :/
luckily for me 4th hour was held in the library and by 2:20 we had a total of 5 people left after the mass parental concern took most kids home.
Moral of the story? Sometimes it snow. And when it snows, sometimes people run into electrical poles and blow a school's power for a day. It rocks.
I love being a teacher.
Monday, December 10, 2012
10 things I love about you
On the tenth day of Christmas your true love gives to you........
the top ten most wonderful things I love about you!
1. I love the way you dance around with all your long limbs wiggling and jiggling when you take study breaks and come visit me in the living room. It makes me laugh and remember why I love your goofiness.
2. I love that you let me take you shopping sometimes and you try things on that you may not like at first just so I can play dress up with my personal Ken doll :)
3. I love when you squeal when I put my cold toes on you and you shrivel up into a little ball when I reven threaten to touch your face with my cold finger tips. But then you relax and let me warm them up, all the while holding in the pain of freezing digits on your warm skin. Hey!
4. I love watching movies with you. Not just the watching part--the whole thing. The walk down to the redbox, the argument over hot chocolate (inevitable), the arranging the couch with blankies and sufficient amounts of pillows, the sudden urge for popcorn (that I sometimes get to beg for ;)), and the last question before the movie- "do you want to (finish some bizzarre craft) or can I turn the lights off?" I love that question! I just love it! You are possibly the sweetest and most considerate thing I've ever met!
5. I love how every Sunday you drive me to church and remind me that you will be keeping your eyes oen as I say a prayer. And how every night you snuggle in bed with me while I read you the scriptures and how you stay close when we say our prayers. I love how you help me be close to my Savior and support me in my wild and crazy calling ;)
6. I love how you encourage me to be healthy and teach me what is best to eat and what kinds of exercise is best. I love learning with you! Without your help I'd be that girl who eats a pint of ice cream every night because, hey! I'm already married!
7. I love that you like reading my blog and stalking me on facebook- a girl loves to be stalked by her hubs every now and again. You always make me feel wanted and like you're still falling in love with me and a little more obsessed with me every day (that sounds weird, but you know what I mean).
8. I love the way you sometimes leave me silly notes on the table/mirror/car anywhere! It helps me remember that I'm loved even when I'm not with you. I keep all those notes and read them once and a while.
9. I love the way you let me dream and dream with me. We dream about our house on the lake and our adventures in Africa and med school and Europe and puppies and getting out of Provo and being real life people and being in love forever and ever and always. I love it.
10. I love that you let me cry and cry over nothing and just hold me tight and tell me everything will be ok and you squeeze me to death every time you see me and have to hug me at least 10 times a day or you're unsatisfied. I love that you love love as much as I do- I know because you like kissing my cheeks :) and that is a natural sign.
I love the way you love me Ben Otto! This really has been the best year of my life and I can't even imagine ever being without you ever,EVER, again.
I love you <3
Sydney Rose
Gosh DANG you're cute!
the top ten most wonderful things I love about you!
1. I love the way you dance around with all your long limbs wiggling and jiggling when you take study breaks and come visit me in the living room. It makes me laugh and remember why I love your goofiness.
2. I love that you let me take you shopping sometimes and you try things on that you may not like at first just so I can play dress up with my personal Ken doll :)
3. I love when you squeal when I put my cold toes on you and you shrivel up into a little ball when I reven threaten to touch your face with my cold finger tips. But then you relax and let me warm them up, all the while holding in the pain of freezing digits on your warm skin. Hey!
4. I love watching movies with you. Not just the watching part--the whole thing. The walk down to the redbox, the argument over hot chocolate (inevitable), the arranging the couch with blankies and sufficient amounts of pillows, the sudden urge for popcorn (that I sometimes get to beg for ;)), and the last question before the movie- "do you want to (finish some bizzarre craft) or can I turn the lights off?" I love that question! I just love it! You are possibly the sweetest and most considerate thing I've ever met!
5. I love how every Sunday you drive me to church and remind me that you will be keeping your eyes oen as I say a prayer. And how every night you snuggle in bed with me while I read you the scriptures and how you stay close when we say our prayers. I love how you help me be close to my Savior and support me in my wild and crazy calling ;)
6. I love how you encourage me to be healthy and teach me what is best to eat and what kinds of exercise is best. I love learning with you! Without your help I'd be that girl who eats a pint of ice cream every night because, hey! I'm already married!
7. I love that you like reading my blog and stalking me on facebook- a girl loves to be stalked by her hubs every now and again. You always make me feel wanted and like you're still falling in love with me and a little more obsessed with me every day (that sounds weird, but you know what I mean).
8. I love the way you sometimes leave me silly notes on the table/mirror/car anywhere! It helps me remember that I'm loved even when I'm not with you. I keep all those notes and read them once and a while.
9. I love the way you let me dream and dream with me. We dream about our house on the lake and our adventures in Africa and med school and Europe and puppies and getting out of Provo and being real life people and being in love forever and ever and always. I love it.
10. I love that you let me cry and cry over nothing and just hold me tight and tell me everything will be ok and you squeeze me to death every time you see me and have to hug me at least 10 times a day or you're unsatisfied. I love that you love love as much as I do- I know because you like kissing my cheeks :) and that is a natural sign.
I love you <3
Sydney Rose
Gosh DANG you're cute!
Monday, December 3, 2012
Portuguese sweet memories
Well....
Here I sit- being the laziest laze you've ever met. I have my laptop on my lap- my kindle by my side and the TV on playing "Extremem Makeover Home Edition". I have nothing to say for myself other than......I love winter?
Annnyywayyyy
Sunday was fast Sunday. And I had that feeling. The one where you are so grateful for such a great opportunity to fast for friends and family who need a little extra help from our Father in Heaven....but you are starving! So of course I decided that making food would help. What to make was the next question. I flipped through my family recipe book (got a good recipe that's just your? I'd Love it!) and found exactly what I needed-- Portuguese Sweet Bread.
This is no normal sweet bread- this is the most fantastically sweet, succulent, soft, chewy, melt in your mouth goodness bread.
When I was little my mom would make this gorgeous bread and I'd watch her big, strong hands knead the bread over, and over, and over. She would throw her whole body into that bread, concentrating so hard and pounding the dough until it was smooth and thick. Sticking her tongue out she would wave us all over and every girl would knead the bread- our much tinier hands punching the dough until it seemed our arms would fall off!
Then she would roll out the soft goop and shape it into the beautiful snail shell shape we knew meant heaven in your mouth. After brushing a little egg over the top it would go into the over and for the next 30 minutes we were tortured by the wonderful scent of Portuguese sweet bread.
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Though my experience was not nearly as romantic, it was full of delicious memories! Oh yeah, and I finally figured out why my mom always insists on stirring and kneading by hand--perfect way to get rid of excess energy, anger, annoyance...and hunger :)
Here I sit- being the laziest laze you've ever met. I have my laptop on my lap- my kindle by my side and the TV on playing "Extremem Makeover Home Edition". I have nothing to say for myself other than......I love winter?
Annnyywayyyy
Sunday was fast Sunday. And I had that feeling. The one where you are so grateful for such a great opportunity to fast for friends and family who need a little extra help from our Father in Heaven....but you are starving! So of course I decided that making food would help. What to make was the next question. I flipped through my family recipe book (got a good recipe that's just your? I'd Love it!) and found exactly what I needed-- Portuguese Sweet Bread.
This is no normal sweet bread- this is the most fantastically sweet, succulent, soft, chewy, melt in your mouth goodness bread.
When I was little my mom would make this gorgeous bread and I'd watch her big, strong hands knead the bread over, and over, and over. She would throw her whole body into that bread, concentrating so hard and pounding the dough until it was smooth and thick. Sticking her tongue out she would wave us all over and every girl would knead the bread- our much tinier hands punching the dough until it seemed our arms would fall off!
Then she would roll out the soft goop and shape it into the beautiful snail shell shape we knew meant heaven in your mouth. After brushing a little egg over the top it would go into the over and for the next 30 minutes we were tortured by the wonderful scent of Portuguese sweet bread.
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