tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-74143634569616087732024-03-13T18:23:38.172-06:00bethanesque[ beth·ehn·esk ]Bethanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04872693231774864332noreply@blogger.comBlogger372125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7414363456961608773.post-21916762535547300502015-12-22T20:07:00.000-07:002015-12-22T20:07:23.218-07:00Just Lately, & ThingsI don't mean to sound arrogant when I say that I really love my blog.<br />
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I was trying to find a picture just now and so I sifted through old blog posts and it made me feel really, really content, just reading through my past brain.<br />
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It also made me feel a little sad that I haven't updated my blog as faithfully as I used to. Did you know that to this day I haven't written a single thing about My Love (AKA my husband)? It really is tragic, but I think it's mostly because it's all so perfect in my mind and I don't want to dilute reality trying to explain it.<br />
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Everything is distracting, so I don't write any of it down. Teaching has given me grey hairs (figuratively, thankfully). I'm almost 25 which is the most bizarre feeling because, no, you don't just stop growing up and go back in time to high school. Unless you're a high school teacher like me. I have really vivid daydreams (and real dreams) about being a fashion designer on Project Runway.<br />
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Other than all that, I get home and veg on the couch. Days are mentally draining. The apartment falls apart. Dishes pile up. Clothes don't make it back to the hangers. Sometimes we daydream about buying a house. Sometimes I wonder how it will be trying to keep an entire house clean, rather than a tiny apartment.<br />
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Sometimes I try to design clothes on the backs of school papers. <br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07593251818137962828noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7414363456961608773.post-36930752516388150022015-10-28T12:38:00.000-06:002015-10-28T12:46:13.380-06:00Let Me Show You How Instant Headaches WorkHere is an update about today:<br />
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I wanted to show my classes how to make a photo blog. So I went through the process, screenshot each step, drew arrows, labeled each step... basically everything. There was no way any student would have any problems doing this. It was flawless.<br />
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When I was almost finished, another teacher came in and talked to me. Then I got back to work. And by "back to work" I mean I exited Powerpoint accidentally without saving. AND IT DIDN'T EVEN WARN ME THAT I HADN'T SAVED.<br />
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So the hour+ of work during my prep period was repeated within 15 minutes.<br />
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Then the class got started on making photo blogs.<br />
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And guess what. I found out today that Blogger is blocked on student computers.<br />
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Yesterday we were bringing in groceries and I was thinking about my dream job - a fashion designer. I was just imagining about how fabulous it would be if I could ever be something like that. </div>
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Then today I was scrolling through my <a href="https://www.pinterest.com/bethanesque/what-i-d-wear/" target="_blank">What I'd Wear</a> Pinterest board and I kept interrupting my <a href="http://bethanesque.blogspot.com/2015/02/people-blog-still.html" target="_blank">husband</a>'s game to show him pretty clothes & to tell him how happy I'd be with anything on the board. </div>
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Then I thought about how expensive everything on my board is, individually.</div>
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Then I thought about how I am a bargain shopper (penny-pincher, really) and how I have relatively good taste and good judgement in clothing.</div>
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Then I thought about how probably the entire world would be eternally grateful for my fashion opinions.</div>
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Then I thought about how that isn't true, but it might be fun to put together a fashion blog post, regardless.</div>
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So. This first part is a compilation of 4 things I love on Pinterest, pricing included:</div>
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a. <a href="https://www.madewell.com/madewell_category/BAGS/totes/PRDOVR~B2545/B2545.jsp" target="_blank">MADWELL</a> · $148 </div>
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b. <a href="http://www.stevenalan.com/112641.html" target="_blank">STEVEN ALAN</a> · $75</div>
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c. <a href="https://www.jcrew.com/womens_special_sizes/size/pants/PRD~18850/18850.jsp?srcCode=AFFI00001&siteId=%2A2nGiS3mv0Y-Rhf1Pjp8r3DR2vBG6ohhdA" target="_blank">J.CREW</a> · $90</div>
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d. <a href="http://shop.nordstrom.com/s/sole-society-eliana-slide-sandal-women/3975490?cm_cat=partner&cm_ite=1&cm_pla=10&cm_ven=Linkshare&siteId=J84DHJLQkR4-gf9tVVKYBw0oGMuPODCcNw" target="_blank">NORDSTROM</a> · $60</div>
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a. <a href="http://www.target.com/p/zip-back-tee-mossimo/-/A-16668318#prodSlot=medium_1_14&term=striped+tee" target="_blank">TARGET</a> tee · $20</div>
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b. <a href="http://www.forever21.com/Product/Product.aspx?br=LOVE21&category=Love21_Tops&productid=2000078403" target="_blank">FOREVER21</a> tee · $13</div>
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a. <a href="http://www.hm.com/us/product/31811?article=31811-A&cm_vc=SEARCH" target="_blank">H&M</a> pants · $15</div>
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b. <a href="http://oldnavy.gap.com/browse/product.do?vid=1&pid=525427022" target="_blank">OLD NAVY</a> pants · $25</div>
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a. <a href="http://www.forever21.com/Product/Product.aspx?br=F21&category=ACC&productid=1000078900" target="_blank">FOREVER21</a> bag · $25</div>
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b. <a href="http://www.hm.com/us/product/25860?article=25860-B&cm_vc=SEARCH" target="_blank">H&M</a> bag · $17</div>
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a. <a href="http://www.forever21.com/Product/Product.aspx?br=F21&category=Shoes&productid=2000116553" target="_blank">FOREVER21</a> sandals · $18</div>
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b. <a href="http://www.target.com/p/women-s-sam-libby-toni-slide-sandals/-/A-16720101#prodSlot=_1_50" target="_blank">TARGET</a> sandals · $27</div>
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c. <a href="http://www.hm.com/us/product/89694?article=89694-A&cm_vc=SEARCH" target="_blank">H&M</a> sandals · $30</div>
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And, if you're interested in spectacular jewelry for equally spectacular prices, these all would be adorable with the above outfit:</div>
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a. <a href="http://www.forever21.com/Product/Product.aspx?br=F21&category=ACC&productid=1000155407" target="_blank">FOREVER21 </a>origami necklace · $3</div>
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b. <a href="http://www.target.com/p/women-s-skinny-solid-belt-with-silver-buckle-hot-pink/-/A-16577381#prodSlot=medium_1_28&term=womens+belt" target="_blank">TARGET </a>pink belt · $13</div>
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c. <a href="http://www.forever21.com/Product/Product.aspx?BR=f21&Category=acc_watches&ProductID=1000076963&VariantID=031" target="_blank">FOREVER21</a> bike watch· $18</div>
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d. <a href="http://www.forever21.com/Product/Product.aspx?br=F21&category=ACC&productid=1000130473" target="_blank">FOREVER21 </a>fork ring · $5</div>
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e. <a href="http://www.forever21.com/Product/Product.aspx?br=F21&category=ACC&productid=1000123514" target="_blank">FOREVER21 </a>green ring · $3</div>
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f. <a href="http://www.forever21.com/Product/Product.aspx?BR=f21&Category=acc_jewelry&ProductID=1000173956&VariantID=" target="_blank">FOREVER21 </a>gold cuff · $6</div>
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accessory total: $48</div>
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So, if you average the alternatives, you'd have the following total, roughly:</div>
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tee: $17</div>
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Is there anything you like better than the Pinterest pieces (besides the prices)?</div>
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<b>Student</b>: My dog ate Kara's art supplies.<br />
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<b>Student</b>: Do I turn this in to you or do I put it in the basket? </div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07593251818137962828noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7414363456961608773.post-25570258455886750542015-04-20T11:40:00.000-06:002015-12-22T20:10:31.997-07:00Reasons I Love HimReasons I Love Him #114<br />
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"I have never hit snooze in my life."<br />
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I'm a teacher.<br />
I'm a high school photography teacher. I was hired on mid-year at the high school I went to as a teenager. I got the job right after I graduated with my Bachelors degree. I'm also getting married in 17 days, so life is crazy. Honestly, that's not my real excuse of why my desk is so disorganized, because this is the desk version of my bedroom my entire life, my brain, my purse, my backpack, my computer, etc.<br />
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But my motivation to clean it up is at an absolute zero because my brain is unable to settle down. Plus, I manage with the disorganization.<br />
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1. Apron. I teach film photography, so in order to protect my extremely expensive and highly fashionable wardrobe from chemicals, sometimes I wear this. And a mask. And gloves.<br />
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2. Pile of stuff. Names of students who put art in the art show, a binder of purchase order info, inventory stuff I'm not going to worry about likely until the day it's due, flyers, folders, magazines, etc.<br />
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3. Another pile of stuff. National Honor Society recommendations, negatives, contact sheets, photos from the darkroom, Drawing 1 exercises I need to hand back, etc. Also, a wrapper from my granola bar and glasses I mostly only wear when using the projector.<br />
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4. Memory cards left in students' computers that I tape to my computer. Sometimes students claim them. Sometimes they don't. I think that's because some of them are actually mine?<br />
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5. Lamp. Sometimes my space heater.<br />
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6. Binder for camera/card checkout. I open this thing up 1 million times a day.<br />
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7. A Treasury of Classic Poetry. A student left it behind yesterday. I also have a phone charger someone else left behind. This is becoming a common problem.<br />
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8. A couple of Holga cameras. AKA "toy cameras". They are like $35 on Amazon.com and you take instagram-like pictures using film. It's my best friend because students have had more successful rolls of film than on any other assignment using these cameras.<br />
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9. Pile of newspapers. I have no idea where they came from.<br />
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10. A gym bag. One of my students has been leaving it in here throughout the day this week.<br />
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11. My purse. It's always usually sitting right there. My purse looks just like my desk.<br />
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12. My shoes I've worn since my sophomore year of high school. One buckle is broken.<br />
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13. Another pile of stuff. Folders and papers. I had to organize my desk quickly last week when I had a sub come in.<br />
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14. Negatives that didn't work out for a couple of students. This is one of many. It's seriously a mystery I have to solve every time it happens. Was it the fixer? Was it camera problems? Did they put the column into the film tank correctly? Did they open the back of the camera prematurely? Did they even take pictures in the first place?Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07593251818137962828noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7414363456961608773.post-52693755605095084192015-02-06T11:47:00.000-07:002015-02-06T13:43:44.937-07:00People Blog Still?I mean, of course they do.<br />
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How else would we learn about women's opinions on leggings or the right way to handle vaccinations or the ten best ways to keep the spark in your relationship?<br />
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But in my world, for the most part, blogging has disintegrated slightly. I've been mildly distracted. Let me give you a rundown.<br />
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I student taught in Tonga.<br />
I student taught in the states.<br />
I started dating the greatest human ever. <br />
I turned in my senior portfolio (twice).<br />
I graduated/earned my teaching license.<br />
I got a job teaching photography at the very same high school I attended a few years back.<br />
I got engaged to the greatest human ever. </div>
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Now I'm swamped with lesson plans, grading, stress headaches, wedding plans, and a really messy desk.<br />
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Tomorrow we're taking engagement pictures. Stay tuned, because we're really in love and we'll probably look pretty cute.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07593251818137962828noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7414363456961608773.post-27969043976509351042014-07-22T18:44:00.000-06:002014-07-22T18:44:34.268-06:00Baby Boy<br />
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I love nephews.<br />
<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07593251818137962828noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7414363456961608773.post-73170213656189135262014-07-21T14:11:00.000-06:002014-07-21T14:14:07.534-06:00Me'a aJust a matter of days until I peace out to this joint:<br />
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Before then, I have to do the following:<br />
Learn how to breathe<br />
Prepare an art program for Tonga High<br />
Write a research paper on Picasso's Analytical Cubism period<br />
Learn the entire second half of my art history course<br />
Take an art history final<br />
Pack<br />
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So, what I'm trying to say is that I don't have time to be writing a blog post right now. It's fine.<br />
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Send help.<br />
Me'a a, people.<br />
<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07593251818137962828noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7414363456961608773.post-91327821874524027912014-06-26T23:05:00.003-06:002014-06-26T23:09:44.768-06:00Maternal<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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In just a few days, she'll be holding a baby instead of her belly.<br />
<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07593251818137962828noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7414363456961608773.post-90567089056384628072014-06-19T22:34:00.000-06:002014-06-19T22:34:33.063-06:00Good NewsMy heart feels like it evaporated because sometimes things just work out beautifully in unexpected ways.<br />
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Cheers to stress relief.<br />
<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07593251818137962828noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7414363456961608773.post-46047927213575628242014-05-16T12:19:00.002-06:002014-05-16T20:44:39.243-06:00Harvest(arachnid)manGather 'round, children, and listen to the most embarrassing thing that I just remembered.<br />
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In ninth grade, I took a biology class. I went to a charter school and I was required to take that class, along with wearing a uniform, which included a cross-tie, a button up shirt, a khaki skirt, and some lovely knee socks that probably only went up to my ankles because I was so tall.<br />
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My proudest moment in that biology class was when my teacher wrote on the board, H2O2 and asked, "Does anyone know what this is?" Nobody did. Except me. So I raised my hand and said, "Isn't it hydrogen peroxide?" She was so proud of me. I was so proud of the science class I had the previous year that made me do a report on hydrogen peroxide. We were all proud.<br />
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Until one day we took a particular test.<br />
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I don't remember all of the content of the test, but I remember there was a list of terms we needed to understand, "niche" being one of the terms. I knew the definitions of each word, and unfortunately I can't remember what else was on the list, because it would make the memory that much more hysterical to me.<br />
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The last questions on the test related to a long paragraph, talking about the harvestman arachnid. However, while reading the paragraph (and let's be honest, I probably briefly skimmed the paragraph), I did not realize that the harvestman was a bug, but rather I thought it was a man who harvests things. So after reading the paragraph, the test asked questions that tested our knowledge of vocabulary. I only remember one question, it being, "What is the niche of the harvestman?" I thought it was weird that we were applying the terms we'd studied to real-world situations, rather than to something more scientific but I answered the questions the best I could.<br />
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We turned in the tests, and then we were all given someone else's test to grade (which is the most disagreeable method of grading, ever). We began going through each answer, marking down any of our peers' answers that were incorrect. And then we got down to the last questions. I looked at the answers on the test I was grading. I then realized that the harvestman question <i>was</i> about something scientific, and that I was totally mistaken when I answered the questions. <i>WHY DIDN'T I REALIZE THIS QUESTION WAS ABOUT A BUG?</i> I asked myself, mildly embarrassed about the misunderstanding.<br />
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Since the questions were open-ended, students began raising their hands, asking if the question they were grading was correct.<br />
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<i>PLEASE DO NOT READ MY QUESTION OUT LOUD, WHOEVER HAS MY TEST. JUST MARK IT WRONG AND MOVE ON.</i><br />
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Then Katie raised her hand and said in a questioning voice, "This person said, 'The niche of the harvestman is to harvest the fields.'"<br />
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The class, including the teacher, burst into insane laughter. I laughed, too, so that nobody would connect the dots and realize that I was the one who answered the question. My teacher said, "I didn't know a harvestman could do that." Everyone kept laughing. Then the teacher said, "Mark the question wrong. They were probably just joking."<br />
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Everyone added up the points and started handing the tests back to their respective owners. Katie brought me my test, and I said in a laughing voice, "Yeah, I was just joking about that last question."<br />
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I'm sure she didn't believe me, because I was the most timid person in the entire school.<br />
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I have never shown my face in public since that day.<br />
<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07593251818137962828noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7414363456961608773.post-70884225812842446732014-05-16T09:17:00.001-06:002014-05-16T09:19:40.852-06:00Things I Like About My Job<ul>
<li>I work in the dance department, so it's appropriate that I'm barefoot right now (and much of the time)</li>
<li>I'm on my chair, partially in the fetal position</li>
<li>Today I'm being paid to do homework</li>
<li>There's an earbud in my ear right now</li>
<li>Fridays I get the whole office to myself, so I can eat whatever/as many times as I want, shamelessly</li>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07593251818137962828noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7414363456961608773.post-79979546464525904312014-05-14T21:39:00.000-06:002014-05-15T07:09:57.545-06:00Much Ado About what does ado meana. I care too much about the number of followers I have on Twitter<br />
b. I miss having blonde hair<br />
c. On some days I miss having short hair<br />
d. I have no love interests at present, so it's pretty bland in that category of life<br />
e. I always watch for things I admire in people, especially the things I wish I could be<br />
f. I talk about donuts like I eat them every day. I don't eat them every day<br />
g. I choke on my food a lot because I have a small throat<br />
h. I'm kind of scared of relationships mainly because I'm afraid of them ending<br />
i. I only listen to Bombay Bicycle Club lately because everything else tastes watery<br />
j. I wish I could manage my time better<br />
k. I just realized that I had my phone connected to a charger that wasn't even plugged in for the last 20 minutes<br />
l. I like being tall<br />
m. I shredded paper today at work. That's about it<br />
n. I have wasted over 45 pieces of paper in the past two days because of printing mistakes<br />
o. I wish I was in a band<br />
p. I'm afraid of killing spiders unless whoever is with me is afraid of spiders, then I suck it up and squish it<br />
q. That kind of describes my entire personality<br />
r. I'm going to wear exercise shorts tomorrow because they sound comfy today<br />
s. I don't have a favorite color<br />
t. I'm afraid of ATMs and food joints where I have to go through the line to tell the employees what I want<br />
u. I usually have to lie on my right side if I have any hopes of falling asleep<br />
v. I have to begin to ascend/descend a staircase with my right foot or it throws me off<br />
w. I used to vacuum up live spiders until my mom told me about the time at the cabin when she vacuumed up bees and they started crawling out covered in white wallboard powder<br />
x. I purposefully use incorrect punctuation (leaving out commas and periods) because I think it adds to the tone of the statement<br />
y. Lately I've just been putting mascara on my top lashes because I'm lazy<br />
z. I have bad circulation, so sometimes my feet turn blue when they're cold, and they turn bright red when I'm hot<br />
<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07593251818137962828noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7414363456961608773.post-26969932215269274872014-05-13T22:28:00.003-06:002014-05-13T22:28:46.017-06:00TongatapuHi, I'm hyperventilating right now.<br />
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I'll be doing part of my student teaching in this location in the Fall:<br />
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JUST CALM DOWN, IT'S JUST TONGA. CALM. DOWN. EVERYONE.</div>
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I just bought my ticket.</div>
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My stomach is LITERALLY full of butterflies. Like, literally. I'll probably end up in the hospital by midnight because I don't think literal butterflies are supposed to be in stomachs, so make sure you stop by & visit with plenty of donuts, okay?</div>
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I wrote a <a href="http://pagestrewn.blogspot.com/2014/04/chalk.html" target="_blank">poem</a> for the first time in about over a year. I typed mostly senseless words, stringing them into an illogical likeness to the thoughts in my brain.<br />
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It's interesting what your fingers say when you force yourself to mindlessly speak through them.<br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07593251818137962828noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7414363456961608773.post-3548517141065185242014-02-20T21:53:00.000-07:002014-02-20T21:57:20.411-07:00Monte CristoI nevvvver read. It's not that I don't like to read. I just <i>don't </i>read. That aside, imagine me on a rooftop, shouting about the book I am reading. The book is called <i>The Count of Monte Cristo</i>. If you've read it, kudos. If you have not read it, I implore you, read it; it is the loveliest writing. If you've seen the movie, try to forget that ever happened and read the book.<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07593251818137962828noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7414363456961608773.post-49463711383584644082014-02-19T11:08:00.000-07:002014-02-19T18:17:00.529-07:00Some Things Never Change<span style="font-size: x-small;">[written by my parents]</span><br />
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<i>If she wants water, she stands by the sink and cries. If she wants milk or cheese she stands by the refrigerator and cries. She is pretty good about letting us know what she wants or doesn't want.</i><br />
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<i>October 14, 1992</i><br />
<i>Mama pulled weeds in the garden today. Bethany would rather keep going into the house & get into the fridge to get the milk or "chee" (cheese).</i><br />
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<i>When someone has something she wants, Bethany says, "spose to share!" She'll yell if she doesn't get it fast. </i><br />
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<i>January 13, 1995</i><br />
<i>Bethany went with mom & Brandon to get Brandon some clothes. She brought mom and outfit & said, "Can I have this or not?" Mom said, "Not." She was so upset. Brandon had to pick her up & carry her out & she yelled over and over again: "Put me down I say." </i><br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07593251818137962828noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7414363456961608773.post-81463230851023117162014-02-18T20:29:00.002-07:002014-02-18T20:29:33.664-07:00"Erasure" <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07593251818137962828noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7414363456961608773.post-32066710251640214732014-02-16T21:15:00.001-07:002014-02-16T23:39:03.956-07:00Shipped My Soul to Ireland<p dir="ltr">I haven't posted on my <a href="http://pagestrewn.blogspot.com/">poetry blog</a> since November 24, 2012.  And I haven't written any deliberate type of poetry since within a month's time of that date. Not in doodles, not in notebooks, and not really in any blog drafts.</p>
<p dir="ltr">People say "Do what makes you happy" because we only have a few minutes here to make our mark. At this exact moment in my life I am doing everything opposite from that advice. If I decided right at this moment to do exactly what would make me happy, I would save every penny toward a plane ticket, fly to Ireland, find a job, and live off of every penny I could collect, and rampage around with my camera, breathing in every second of the bliss. I know you're thinking at least one of the following things:</p>
<p dir="ltr">i. That's unrealistic.<br>
ii. I don't think that would be as blissful as you think it would be.<br>
iii. Hahahahahahalfd kllkfja e;l.  Cute<br>
iv. You're in school, in endless debt, and you need to have realistic goals that involve swallowing everything you don't want and look toward a career, a family, and a budget that doesn't even make sense to you.<br>
v. Then do it Bethany, nobody is stopping you. Go risk it all and we'll be here for you with a tissue and "I told you so" smiles when you figure out it's not as easy as you'd like it to be out there.</p>
<p dir="ltr">But guess what, children. My invincibility complex, my romantic mindset, and my passport will make it happen. No attempts at giving me a reality check, please, because those are already my life's only constant.<br></p>
<p dir="ltr">[But just give me a minute to get this all figured.]</p>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07593251818137962828noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7414363456961608773.post-58707200794414349652014-02-11T00:25:00.000-07:002014-02-11T00:25:32.095-07:00I've been in my own head thinking about mostly nothing<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
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I. This picture we discussed in Art History today by Caspar David Friedrich, <i>Der Mönch am Meer. </i>I find it absolutely breathtaking and calming.<a href="http://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Caspar_David_Friedrich_-_Der_M%C3%B6nch_am_Meer_-_Google_Art_Project.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;" target="_blank"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoN-zsC84YX5epGcKVIkCaBePNHc8U_SsA6_poE35Djdnl3fcdaYi8JC9X2IObTtL3qt9Y3fz2SMavfc1-0r6KkcaO0Joy4BApyV419yUMidT3fUqT4Xrzv5zX4QTTNhXpHYK4wIGHgAHs/s1600/friedrich.jpg" height="406" width="640" /></a></div>
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II. I took my first art history test of the year. I woke up this morning with all of what I studied swimming all over in my brain. My ability to recall minute details was unordinary and I'm blessed for it. I feel great about the test. My hand is still exhausted from writing.<br />
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III. <a href="http://bethanesque.blogspot.com/2012/07/trust-citation-needed-fund.html" target="_blank">I think we've gone over this one before.</a><br />
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IV. Aside from getting my degree faster, I think why I keep insisting on taking 17/18 credit semesters is because it's my own way of making up all the ambition I went without for so long. I've never strived for anything exceptional, and I have never been driven to do anything exceptionally brilliant or amazing. I just have always had a comfort zone that I work within. But with taking so many classes in a semester: I'm proving someone wrong. Myself? Who knows. But it's the one thing I can take and run with enough risk involved to keep me on my toes.<br />
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V. Waking up is sometimes the most challenging part of the day.<br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07593251818137962828noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7414363456961608773.post-53638573630322864452014-02-06T21:15:00.000-07:002014-02-06T21:15:51.679-07:00Wrapping<a href="https://twitter.com/bethanesque" target="_blank">Twitter</a> stole my blogging career. We just need to accept this fact and move on. Also, if you don't use Twitter, use it. If you don't understand Twitter, you're doing it wrong. Feel free to follow anyone I follow, then you'll probably feel a little more confident with things.<br />
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I am taking two art history classes taught by the most fascinating professors. No, really. They are <i>brilliant </i>and I spend most of the class time drooling over their intelligence, wondering what it is like knowing so much information. And not just knowing the information, but having the knowledge just wrapping itself around their souls.<br />
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This week I made groundbreaking records of passivity and motivation-plummets. I'm not sure how to fix it, but I am sure donuts are in the solution someplace. I will keep you posted on the number of hours I spend lying on my bed, donutless, writhing in agony as I keep a fair distance from anything with a deadline.<br />
<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07593251818137962828noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7414363456961608773.post-38621399647542557602013-12-03T23:33:00.002-07:002013-12-03T23:33:39.131-07:00ValidationEvery week in my printmaking class, my professor shows us an inspirational video to get us through the day/week/semester/century.<br />
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making <a href="http://open.spotify.com/user/1248536619/playlist/3jAsJ9k7pgXYiY4ywVTp1U" target="_blank">this</a> playlist (compiled from my latest likes on pandora) (it's <i>exactly</i> 2 hours of music)</div>
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