Texting

I've decided that I'm going to go off on a tangent for the next few post and just talk about my experiences student teaching. Although maybe it really isn't a tangent because I never blog any lol!

            I read a saying somewhere that said something along the lines of “We aren’t stupid, we know when you are texting. Most kids don’t look at their crotch and start smiling.” The average American teenager own and operates a mobile device with lightening speed, and I’m sure they have at least once in their life texted during class. To all the high school students that read this, even though I highly doubt you would even come across this blog let alone read something this long, YOU ARE NOT SNEAKY! You may think you are but really you aren’t. I CAN SEE YOU!

            The other day as I administered a test to my class, in which everyone had to be silent in fear of getting a zero on the test or worst getting snipped at my the teacher, a girl sitting right in front of me, literally it is the desk closest to mine, takes out her cell phone. Oh don’t worry, of course I didn’t see her putting it on the side of her backpack making it look like she was trying to get something, which I know doesn’t take 5 minutes to get something from your bag. I didn’t say anything the first time, mainly because I was a new student teacher and second because she already handed in her test, but I told myself that if she did it again I would say something. Kid you not, less than a minute later she whips it out again. So in a quiet voice I tell her to put it away, which she does. Again I third time she takes it out, “put it away or I’ll take it.” Her reply is my favorite, “oh don’t worry Mrs. Anderson I was just checking the time.” Not only did I find this hilarious but I told her nonetheless if I see it again I’ll take it. I didn’t see it again that day.

            Later that day when I was carpooling home with a bunch of the girls that are also student teaching, I told them about the incident with the girl and the cell phone, finishing the story about how she was checking the time, even though there is a clock in the classroom. One girl chimed in and said that she had read an article on the Internet that said today’s teenagers don’t know how to tell time on a analog clocks since they are so used to reading time on digital clocks. I'll use this information to start another blog about how dumb our teens have become but I'll end this with saying to the girl that was "checking the time," Please grow up and just put away your dang phone! You wont die if you don't want to your sweetie every 2 minutes.

Because I'm supposed to

Confession: I am deathly afraid of public speaking. Absolutely hate it. To the point where I have morbid thoughts right before I have to public speak. I sometimes hope I would get into a car crash and get all broken up just so I don’t have to public speak. In church when they ask me to give a talk the only reason I say yes is because I know I am supposed to say yes, which I am guessing everyone else does the same with church talks but then the whole hoping a would die so I don’t have to public speak comes into play. Not good at all.

Many of your might know that I am a Secondary Math Education Major. Now you might be thinking that becoming a teacher is basically public speaking everyday so why am I doing it? Good question. I often ask myself the same thing. Why am I going into teaching? I’ll tell you why. When I was a freshman I was a Pre-Med Major at WSU, however I hated my science classes to the point where my grades were dropping, but I did love my math classes. I enjoyed getting up early and going to my math class all the way across campus in the freezing cold.

Then I transferred to BYU-I where they don’t have Pre-Med as a major (you can major is Biology though which is similar I’m assuming). But again I hated my science classes so why would I major in a science? So I decided on Math Education. Why not Math? No idea. I honestly have no idea why just the simple major of math didn’t cross my mind.

So here I am in my last semester of classes before student teaching, still a Math Education Major. I’m not sure how much I like the whole teaching part, but I sure love the math part. Anyway back to the public speaking. Since I am in my last semesters of school I still keep asking myself why did I choose to be a teacher?

Here is what I have come up with to answer both of our questions. I’m supposed to. Just like I am supposed to say yes when asked to give a talk, I’m supposed to be a teacher. There is no other way to explain it. I know that one day I will travel the world and spread the gospel; I always knew I wouldn’t before I got married but I know I will sometime. Now spreading the gospel for some people is just being an example and even though I try to do that I have always had this feeling like I would have to be doing a lot of talks or speaking when spreading the gospel. So since I like math and I needed “being in front of an audience” skills. Here I am, a Math Education major. I just keep telling myself that I am doing the right thing and if the Lord wants me to do this then he will provide a way.

This is one of my teacher outfits

He has. Every time before I teach I say a little prayer to help me not sound or look nerves and to just make it through the lesson. And every time I do, and every time people compliment me on how I will be a great teacher (well most of the time).

My point is that even if you might think it is the end of the world, or might want it to be, the Lord will provide. Have Faith and have fun!

Onesie

I have a group of girlfriends that all used to work together. We have now since quit that job because of babies; other jobs, or just couldn’t stand it anymore, (but to be honest we all hated that job). So since we don’t see each other as often as we used to we make it a point to try and get together every so often and get some ice cream or dinner or whatever.

This last week I got to go out with the girls (minus one, sad you couldn’t be there Tiff). Two of the girls are pregnant and I thought that it would be nice to make them a gift. They are both having girls and I couldn’t figure out what I wanted to do. Anyway my other friend had given me an idea about decorating onesies with the month (0, 1, 2, 3 and so on) on the onesie so they could take pictures when the baby turns that month.

I had also seen other ladies on their blogs talk about freezer paper and how you can iron it so clothing, paint, and then pull off the freezer paper and get the design you want. If you have no idea what I am talking about go here.

So this is how it turned out. And a few of my little tidbits of advice that I learned along the way!

Aren't they cute? Anyway I made two sets because TWO of the girls were pregnant! 

Then...

Using the tutorial I mentioned above I cut out everything using my cricut. I started with 4.75 inch circles for each onesie, the numbers were 3 inches, and the letters for "month" or "months" I cut were 1 inch, lower case, on my cricut which I think makes them slightly smaller than 1 inch. 

Here is what I learned despite what the other blog said.

1. (first I didn't read the other blog very well in my defense) You must use FREEZER PAPER! Regular wax paper will not work, I had everything cut out and then I tried to iron it and it didn't work. So i had to go back to the store and get FREEZER PAPER!

2. The Tutorial didn't mention putting anything in between the layers of clothing but I am sure glad I did. I folded a paper towel and put it inside the onesie to make sure the paint didn't bleed through to the back of the onesie.

3. I used the brand Tulip fabric paint which mine seemed to be somewhat thick so I added a little water, like the other blog said. First I added too much and it kinda ran where the lines were thin on the "months" so the next time I just wet my sponge brush and then mixed it with the paint and it was perfect, however I had a smaller sponge brush. In other words don't add a lot of water. 

Other then that I did the instructions on the other blog the exact same.

And I'm quite glad how they turned out! Don't you think they are cute.

Three years

Dave and I got married three years from yesterday and what a wonderful three years it had been. Dave had to work so our morning was uneventful except Dave had bought me a jacket i've been eyeing and some earrings and a headband. He left them out for me to find.

When he got home he had three roses for me for our three years.

We then went to dinner and rented a movie, Source code, good movie I recommend it. We also got some icecream and I made brownies to go with it. It was delicious!

I know Dave doesn't read this but these past three years really have been the best of my life. Here is to another three years and many more after that!

Not being in Idaho is my favorite thing! (My adventures in pictures)

First I have to say sorry for it being so long since I've been on my blog! With school and then vacation right after it has been busy. So I just updated a TON of pictures! Enjoy!

My Hair!

This is my new hair! Yay! my Friend Emalee is AMAZING literally I have never not liked my hair after she touches it. 

 This is also my new hair but with the curls you can see the color better! Absolutely love it!

My Birthday!!

I turned 23, but I still feel like I am 19, honest, when people ask me how old I am I have to think about it and even sometimes I have to do the math real quick because I really do feel 19ish. 

Dave made me cupcakes like he has done every year since we were engaged.

Jessica, my bestie, came up and we made our favorite breakfast, french toast (we usually stuff it with cream cheese but we were too lazy) with strawberries and powder sugar, sausage, and milk.

Jess and I being Culinary Masters made a Chocolate Raspberry Cheesecake. It was WAY chocolately but Delicious!

This is us being us.

Sad note: On our way to Rigby lake for my birthday I got pulled over for not completely stopping at a stop sign and I got a ticket. Lame, stupid Rigby Cops.

After School got out

I have this weird thing about taking pictures of weird people and weird things they wear, do with their hair, or things like that. This is a lady I saw and I HAD to take a picture! If you look closely at her hair you can see that on the side it is cut all the way above her ear and then shaved below but then if you notice on the other side it is longer (sorry it is a bad picture I was trying to be sneaky lol). Yep on the other side of her face it came all the way down to her chin and then it was cut around the head gradually blended to the other length. If that makes any sense. Needless to say I had to take a picture.

Spokane/Home

Preface: So Dave and I every year go to Washington during summer break, we usually spend a few days at my parents house in Spokane and then a few days with Dave's Family in Auburn (South of Seattle), which every year we (dave's family and us) go down to the Oregon Coast to the town Florence. Dave's dad used to spend his summers there when he was a kid and so did Dave and his family and his grandparents when he was little so it has a lot of meaning to the family, not to mention the town is way nice. Anyway this year we had the same plan, but I quit my job a few months ago because I needed to work more on my school work and now that it is summer I don't have anything to do so I hitched a ride with some people I found on the schools Bulletin Board and got to Spokane about a week and a half earlier so I could do stuff with my family and then dave would drive up later and we would continue on our regular plans.

So here is where the story begins. My dad is a General Manager for all the John Deere stores in Eastern Washington/Northern Idaho/Northeastern Oregon and he was in the process of opening a new store when I got there so my mom and I went to help out, basically just wiping down all the display tractors, putting some play toys together, mostly the finishing touches. So my dad said he would take us out for dinner for helping him. So my parents and my little sister, Erin, and I all went out to dinner. We were on our way home when we get a call from Dominic, my little Brother, Neal's, friend. He informed us there they were going to the ER because Neal was on his poweriser (basically these cool stilt type things that strap to your leg) and he fell and cut open his head, so we rerouted to the ER. 

Here is Neal and my mom. There was also this crazy lady there that wouldn't shut up. She also informed me that me and my sister don't look anything alike and "must be from different daddies" I left with my dad shortly after but she stayed there and talked to my mom who is ever so patient. Dominic recorded their conversation, it is quite funny, so if you want to see it click here

 Here is Erin, Neal and I, driving Neal back into town to get his car since he left it there the night before. Neal is all nice and new with 4 stitches and a nice black eye.

Neal and I being retarded as usual…

  

My dad is Bishop of the singles ward which Neal is in and my mom is the "mom" of the singles ward so Erin and I tagged along to their BBQ and pool party since my dad wanted us to lol. This is us on our way in the back of the truck.

At the pool party... This OLD dog loves Neal, They are best friends.

Me and Erin.

Neal kept playing with the dog and everytime I would take a picture for some reason the one eye on the dog would do this, Erin and I concluded that it was a cyborg. It was only the phone on my camera but it kept doing it...

See? Haha

The girls, Me, Erin and my mom. My mom is so pretty! I love her!

Oregon Coast, Florence

Dave's Dad rented a house for the family and this was the view from Dave and I's room.

A seal!

Pictures from the South Jetty

Starfish

Sand dunes!

This one makes me laugh the most because it is Dave's dad.

Dave and his Kite adventures.

Going on a walk.
Dave's Brother, Mikee, and his wife Kelsie and both Dave and I went for a walk to Dave's grandpa's old property.

This is the result of sand.

Some house with this gnomes. Creepy.