Spring Break!

Let's be honest. This week was pretty crazy, and there were definitely a few moments where I doubted I would make it out alive. The highlight of the week (other than finally finishing my midterms and projects) was staying up until 2 a.m. with Marianne making paper templates for our animal headdresses. Just an epic art project that we did with some third graders at Beacon Heights. It took forever - each student had a different part of the food chain. It was so worth it, though. I couldn't believe how creative those kids were. In case you're wondering, Marianne is modeling the "Moose" template, and I'm sporting the "Hawk."

I'm so glad this week is finally over. Now I can start getting everything ready for our little vacation down to Southern Utah! Can't wait to spend the week relaxing and going on adventures with D.

a little teacher humor...

One of my Education professors showed me this. I thought it was pretty entertaining!

"Teachers' hefty salaries are driving up taxes, and they only work 9 or 10 months a year! It's time we put things in perspective and pay them for what they do - babysit! We can get that for less than minimum wage.

That's right. Let's give them $3.00 an hour and only the hours they worked; not any of that silly planning time, or any time they spend before or after school. That would be $19.50 a day (7:45 to 3:00 PM with 45 minutes off for lunch and planning-- that equals 6 1/2 hours).

Each parent should pay $19.50 a day for these teachers to baby-sit their children. Now how many students do they teach in a day...maybe 30? So that's $19.50 x 30 = $585.00 a day.

However, remember they only work 180 days a year!!! I am not going to pay them for any vacations.

LET'S SEE....

That's $585 X 180= $105,300 per year. (Hold on, my calculator needs new batteries.)

What about those special education teachers and the ones with Master's degrees? Well, we could pay them minimum wage ($7.75), and just to be fair, round it off to $8.00 an hour. That would be $8 X 6 1/2 hours X 30 children X 180 days = $280,800 per year.

Wait a minute -- there's something wrong here! There sure is!

The average teacher's salary (nation wide) is $50,000 per year. $50,000/180 days = $277.77/per day/30 students=$9.25/6.5 hours = $1.42 per hour per student--a very inexpensive baby-sitter and they even EDUCATE your kids!

WHAT A DEAL!!!!"

skip 07, on to 08

So number 07 of this little thing wanted me to take a picture of my bedroom.

Um, that's weird. SKIP!

On to 08 - A picture that makes you laugh.

You never get to see the "behind the scenes" shots of anyone's wedding photos, but I'm pretty sure they're the best ones. Take this photo for example. This is the one where Daniel almost dropped me on the ground while our photographer was trying to get the "swinging around" shot. D's face says it all. I'm not sure I knew I was having a near-death experience judging by my smile. Or maybe it was just pasted on. Either way, this photo never fails to make me laugh.

Totally worth the cute shot we got out of it.

And while we're on the subject of funny pictures, please love this with me.

So funny because it's so true!! And it's how I've been feeling about cooking lately (sorry, D).

a SMASHing success.

We decided to try out SmashBurger in Sugarhouse for our little date on Saturday night, and let's just say we were not disappointed. It was so yummy!! I'm not the biggest burger fan in the world, so when I really like a burger it's kind of a big deal. I ordered the classic SmashBurger with the SmashSauce and their signature rosemary fries. It was so tasty, I didn't even have time to snap a picture before we'd gobbled it all up. It won't be long before we're back for more!

It was so fun to try a new restaurant. Do you have any recommendations? What are your SLC favs?

why I can't wait to be a teacher

Invented spelling of the word "wrapped."

Makes my day.

Oh hey, blog!

I really haven't forgotten about my blog, I promise.

Let's just say that taking seven classes at the U was a very bad idea.

I don't know what's been up with this semester, but all of my classes have been crazy. Everything is a project, not just an assignment. And every single one of my classes has required some sort of group work. In case our professors didn't know, group work is nearly IMPOSSIBLE in college because everyone is ridiculously busy. And there's always going to be the one person in your group who thinks their ideas are the only ones worth discussing, the one who never checks their e-mail or responds to texts, and another who thinks they can coast along and make you do all of the work for them.

In case any of my professors are reading this, I just need you to know one thing: 

I HATE GROUP WORK.

But before I go on a rant here, I must share a recent experience of mine.

About a week ago, I came home to find an older gentleman that I didn't recognize in our building's laundry room. While this may not seem odd, things got a little weird when I walked down the stairs. The man proceeded to remove the shirt he was wearing, and place it in the washing machine. That's right. He just took it off and put it in the washer like it was no big deal. The old man was shirtless. In the laundry room. Yep. As if that wasn't enough, he noticed me walking down the stairs and saw fit to say hello to me, and ask me how my day was. WHILE HE WAS SHIRTLESS. When he came closer to me, I noticed that he had two lazy eyes and was more heavyset than I had originally thought. I had no idea what to do. I quickly gave him a generic answer and opened my door as fast as I could, locking the deadbolt behind me. 

About five minutes went by before I heard the doorbell ring. The first thought that came to my mind was..."that better not be the shirtless old man from the laundry room." I decided to let it go because I didn't remember ordering a pizza, and I really couldn't risk having to see that guy again. Another few minutes passed, and the doorbell rang again. Against my better judgement, I opened the door just a crack. There stood the old man, in all his shirtless glory, with one eye looking at the ground while the other one was trying to focus on me. I can still hardly believe the words that came out of his mouth: "Ya got any magazines?" It took me a minute to answer. "N...nope. Sorry. I don't have any magazines." At this point, I didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and I was really upset that D wasn't at home so he could share this experience with me. The old man, obviously disappointed, just said "Oh, that's okay," turned his red walker around, and shuffled right back into the laundry room. 

Oh. My. Gosh. Be glad this post has no pictures.

In other news, D and I are beyond excited for Spring Break. If I live through all my midterms, projects, and group work, I will be lounging in sunny Saint George by this time next week. This little vacation will also be our first-ever road trip together. Can't wait for 70 degree weather!

06 - Trade places with for a day.

I'd love to trade places with Rachel McAdams for a day.

She is beautiful, talented, and has been the leading lady in some of my favorite movies.

Oh, and she can pull of ANY hair color. Jealous.