Oscars are tomorrow, which means it's time to make my predictions! I have seen 7 out of the 9 Best Picture nominees, so I'm heading in with quite a bit of knowledge.
Best Picture
Who I think will win: The Artist
Who I think SHOULD win: The Artist
Actor in a Leading Role
Who I think will win: George Clooney
Who I think SHOULD win: Jean DuJardin
Actress in a Leading Role
Who I think will win: Viola Davis
Who I think should win: I guess Viola Davis. I have only seen two of these performances, and it was not Michelle Williams' best.
Actor in a Supporting Role
Who I think will win: Christopher Plummer, but that's pretty much a guess. I've seen three of these five performances, and was blown away by none of them. Hollywood loves old men and gay men.
Who I think should win: Christopher Plummer, I guess?
Actress in a Supporting Role
Who I think will win: Berenice Bejo
Who I think should win: Berenice Bejo. Jessica Chastain was great in The Help, though. She's blowing up right now.
Animated Feature
Oh man....Rango?
Cinematography
THE ARTIST. If The Tree Of Life wins, I will murder the entire Academy.
Art Direction
Who I think will win: Hugo
Who I think should win: The Artist
Costume Design
The Artist
Directing
Michael Hazanavicius
Documentary Feature
Hell and Back Again
Documentary Short
The Tsunami and the Cherry Blossom
Editing
Moneyball
Foreign Language Film
A Separation
Makeup
Albert Nobbs
Music
The Artist
Original Song
"Man or Muppet"
Short Film (Animated)
The Fantastic Flying Books of Mr. Morris Lessmore
Short Film (Live Action)
Raju
Sound Editing
Drive
Sound Mixing
Transformers
Visual Effects
Rise Of the Planet of the Apes
Adapted Screenplay
The Descendants
Original Screenplay
Midnight In Paris
Sunday, February 26, 2012
Sunday, February 19, 2012
First time for everything
My experiment with "dating" is over. Fuck that shit.
I was just dumped for the first time in my life, kind of. I mean, I have had breakups, following fights and on and off, you're leaving I'm leaving bullshit, but this is the first "I am getting to know you and I no longer want to get to know you" sort of thing. Ouch.
Reasons cited:
1. Primary reason for "not seeing things working out" is "lifestyle differences," aka me being vegan4life and him being Bacchus, god of wine and overeating and spending money you don't have. He wants to "go to food/wine events with a girl" and "not feel bad eating steak around me" and "take me to fine dining restaurants with 5-course meals." Never did I think that what someone wants to put in their mouth would be more important than having the awesome company of me.
2. I don't like hiking and he does. Okay. When will I live in a place where not wanting to climb a mountain every weekend is not seen as a giant personality flaw? Why is everyone here so fucking hell-bent on climbing mountains? I am a human! I walk on two legs! I am not a mountain goat! So sue me!
3. Got pissed off a couple of times at him inviting me places and then not texting me back for hours. I think that's pretty reasonable, but apparently it makes me a needy bitch.
4. I got in a car accident right when we started dating and that "made things weird?" What?
So after this weird list, I asked him what the real, main thing was, and he said that I'm vegan. The night before we had Valentine's Day dinner, he asked me what the main offenders would be for eating in front of me. I said lamb, veal, foie gras, and steak. Veal and foie gras are notoriously cruel, sheep are my favorite farm animals and lamb is BABY sheep, and steak is just fucking gross for a vegan to watch people cut into. Bloody. Chewy. Ew.
The next night, we went out for Valentine's Day to Thomas Hill Organics in Paso Robles (see post below). It was WONDERFUL food, and I thought we had a great time, with one snafu. He ordered an appetizer that featured foie gras. Are you serious? Why ask me what offends me, and then order it? I asked if he was making a statement, and he said "maybe a little." Glaring and slight hounding ensues for about 5 minutes, and then we continue our meal and have a nice night. Red flag I shouldn't have ignored, I think. Not only being disrespectful, but feeling the need to make a dominant, alpha dog point. Sounds like a guy who isn't ready for a relationship.
But alas, I ignored it. Gave him the benefit of the doubt. I really liked him, and didn't want to worry about stuff like that yet. We had only been dating for a few weeks. But I guess the "foie gras" incident, and me giving him shit about it, really pissed him off.
I don't know what to think. Did I really get dumped for being vegan? It's hard to imagine someone who supposedly likes someone an awful lot to be that unwavering. Jumping the gun. That particular. That hedonistic and food-obsessed. When I date someone, I care so much more about the dynamic between me and that person -- not the external stuff. Not what they are interested in and their eating habits and all that shit. That's the outside. And I really liked this guy, and I'm hurt, but not heartbroken. Startled, confused, and dejected, that's it. It WILL be funny someday.
Not a good time to get rejected, though. Not at all.
I was just dumped for the first time in my life, kind of. I mean, I have had breakups, following fights and on and off, you're leaving I'm leaving bullshit, but this is the first "I am getting to know you and I no longer want to get to know you" sort of thing. Ouch.
Reasons cited:
1. Primary reason for "not seeing things working out" is "lifestyle differences," aka me being vegan4life and him being Bacchus, god of wine and overeating and spending money you don't have. He wants to "go to food/wine events with a girl" and "not feel bad eating steak around me" and "take me to fine dining restaurants with 5-course meals." Never did I think that what someone wants to put in their mouth would be more important than having the awesome company of me.
2. I don't like hiking and he does. Okay. When will I live in a place where not wanting to climb a mountain every weekend is not seen as a giant personality flaw? Why is everyone here so fucking hell-bent on climbing mountains? I am a human! I walk on two legs! I am not a mountain goat! So sue me!
3. Got pissed off a couple of times at him inviting me places and then not texting me back for hours. I think that's pretty reasonable, but apparently it makes me a needy bitch.
4. I got in a car accident right when we started dating and that "made things weird?" What?
So after this weird list, I asked him what the real, main thing was, and he said that I'm vegan. The night before we had Valentine's Day dinner, he asked me what the main offenders would be for eating in front of me. I said lamb, veal, foie gras, and steak. Veal and foie gras are notoriously cruel, sheep are my favorite farm animals and lamb is BABY sheep, and steak is just fucking gross for a vegan to watch people cut into. Bloody. Chewy. Ew.
The next night, we went out for Valentine's Day to Thomas Hill Organics in Paso Robles (see post below). It was WONDERFUL food, and I thought we had a great time, with one snafu. He ordered an appetizer that featured foie gras. Are you serious? Why ask me what offends me, and then order it? I asked if he was making a statement, and he said "maybe a little." Glaring and slight hounding ensues for about 5 minutes, and then we continue our meal and have a nice night. Red flag I shouldn't have ignored, I think. Not only being disrespectful, but feeling the need to make a dominant, alpha dog point. Sounds like a guy who isn't ready for a relationship.
But alas, I ignored it. Gave him the benefit of the doubt. I really liked him, and didn't want to worry about stuff like that yet. We had only been dating for a few weeks. But I guess the "foie gras" incident, and me giving him shit about it, really pissed him off.
I don't know what to think. Did I really get dumped for being vegan? It's hard to imagine someone who supposedly likes someone an awful lot to be that unwavering. Jumping the gun. That particular. That hedonistic and food-obsessed. When I date someone, I care so much more about the dynamic between me and that person -- not the external stuff. Not what they are interested in and their eating habits and all that shit. That's the outside. And I really liked this guy, and I'm hurt, but not heartbroken. Startled, confused, and dejected, that's it. It WILL be funny someday.
Not a good time to get rejected, though. Not at all.
Saturday, February 18, 2012
Friday, February 17, 2012
Why Our Education System Sucks
Consider this a rant. It may be all over the place. It may be based on a very emotional time in my teaching career. It may be whiny. But, this is my blog, bitches!
I was home-schooled by my mom, alongside my sister. I think my education was better than most because of this. Though I believe there are some gaps in my education (applied science and math, especially), I feel I have a well-rounded education. More than what I know, I feel like I have an advantage in the way that I think, and learn, and feel. I find that I am able to think outside of the box, articulate my opinions and feelings, and exercise more creativity than many of my intelligent, conventionally-schooled peers. I am a strong writer and communicator, and I certainly didn't get that way by following the "Jane Schaffer Method" or practicing "reading strategies."
There is a lot of jargon when it comes to teaching, especially teaching English. The Jane Schaffer Method is a step by step way to spell out how to write the 5-paragraph essay. Mapping out every single segment of a sentence turns my English students into little robots, who can build an essay out of a formula, but do not have to think for themselves. Constant modeling and worksheets to fill in prevents them from using common sense and instinct to write a quality piece of work. I believe students are just as stifled by learning to write this way as I am stifled to teaching this way. I learned about including citations, bibliographies, and providing a thesis statement. I knew, in general terms, what an intro and a conclusion was. I knew each body paragraph should have a main point with evidence. This is all I knew. I knew grammar and spelling. I learned new vocabulary words daily. I wrote a lot. Short stories, newspapers, and probably a dozen first chapters of novels, from the time I was 4 years old through...now. Had I had these formulas and methods of writing shoved down my throat, I have a feeling I would have HATED writing.
Now, I know that not everyone is like me. I am wordy and imaginative. Language comes easily to me. But is that nature or nurture? Had I gone through the conventional education system, without being encouraged to write and read by my family, filling out worksheets and writing outlines and doing research projects in 3rd grade, would I still be a natural? Would I be able to express myself through writing and speech like I can now? I have a feeling not. So, THANK YOU, parents. THANK YOU for homeschooling and not squashing my creativity.
The other problem? Low expectations. Coddling. Allowing late work and quiz corrections and making up literally everything. Spelling out directions with extensive modeling and checking for understanding, with no consequences for not understanding. Instead, it's the teacher's fault if a kid is totally spaced out, not doing their homework, or doesn't understand directions. There is no "figure it out," no "I just told you what to do." It is, teach to the lowest common denominator. Bore the kids who have their shit together, because the low-motivated little space cases need you to hold their hand through even the simplest of assessments.
How does THIS prepare our kids for college and the job world? Why are we creating adolescents who whine when they have to use their brains for even a second? Who freeze when they are asked to take notes, needing to know exactly how to format them, whether they should keep them, if they are turning them in, etc? Who WE are responsible for reminding about any homework or quiz assignment multiple times a day, and maybe even PROVIDE them with planners? Who are unable to fathom how to attack any sort of creative writing assignment, even a freewrite? Who you can tell the same thing to five times, and they still have no idea what to do? Why is this acceptable? Why is this how teachers are learning to teach?
This is why I'm homeschooling my kids. This is why the US is falling behind. The more "strategies" teachers are given, the more we do a disservice to our students. We wipe their butts for them. We teach them that figuring things out for themselves and trial and error are bad approaches to life. We stick to our narrow focus every day, based on strict standards and daily objectives, unable to stray to a more natural mode of learning. We are robots turning humans into robots.
Must. Suck. It. Up.
I guess.
I was home-schooled by my mom, alongside my sister. I think my education was better than most because of this. Though I believe there are some gaps in my education (applied science and math, especially), I feel I have a well-rounded education. More than what I know, I feel like I have an advantage in the way that I think, and learn, and feel. I find that I am able to think outside of the box, articulate my opinions and feelings, and exercise more creativity than many of my intelligent, conventionally-schooled peers. I am a strong writer and communicator, and I certainly didn't get that way by following the "Jane Schaffer Method" or practicing "reading strategies."
There is a lot of jargon when it comes to teaching, especially teaching English. The Jane Schaffer Method is a step by step way to spell out how to write the 5-paragraph essay. Mapping out every single segment of a sentence turns my English students into little robots, who can build an essay out of a formula, but do not have to think for themselves. Constant modeling and worksheets to fill in prevents them from using common sense and instinct to write a quality piece of work. I believe students are just as stifled by learning to write this way as I am stifled to teaching this way. I learned about including citations, bibliographies, and providing a thesis statement. I knew, in general terms, what an intro and a conclusion was. I knew each body paragraph should have a main point with evidence. This is all I knew. I knew grammar and spelling. I learned new vocabulary words daily. I wrote a lot. Short stories, newspapers, and probably a dozen first chapters of novels, from the time I was 4 years old through...now. Had I had these formulas and methods of writing shoved down my throat, I have a feeling I would have HATED writing.
Now, I know that not everyone is like me. I am wordy and imaginative. Language comes easily to me. But is that nature or nurture? Had I gone through the conventional education system, without being encouraged to write and read by my family, filling out worksheets and writing outlines and doing research projects in 3rd grade, would I still be a natural? Would I be able to express myself through writing and speech like I can now? I have a feeling not. So, THANK YOU, parents. THANK YOU for homeschooling and not squashing my creativity.
The other problem? Low expectations. Coddling. Allowing late work and quiz corrections and making up literally everything. Spelling out directions with extensive modeling and checking for understanding, with no consequences for not understanding. Instead, it's the teacher's fault if a kid is totally spaced out, not doing their homework, or doesn't understand directions. There is no "figure it out," no "I just told you what to do." It is, teach to the lowest common denominator. Bore the kids who have their shit together, because the low-motivated little space cases need you to hold their hand through even the simplest of assessments.
How does THIS prepare our kids for college and the job world? Why are we creating adolescents who whine when they have to use their brains for even a second? Who freeze when they are asked to take notes, needing to know exactly how to format them, whether they should keep them, if they are turning them in, etc? Who WE are responsible for reminding about any homework or quiz assignment multiple times a day, and maybe even PROVIDE them with planners? Who are unable to fathom how to attack any sort of creative writing assignment, even a freewrite? Who you can tell the same thing to five times, and they still have no idea what to do? Why is this acceptable? Why is this how teachers are learning to teach?
This is why I'm homeschooling my kids. This is why the US is falling behind. The more "strategies" teachers are given, the more we do a disservice to our students. We wipe their butts for them. We teach them that figuring things out for themselves and trial and error are bad approaches to life. We stick to our narrow focus every day, based on strict standards and daily objectives, unable to stray to a more natural mode of learning. We are robots turning humans into robots.
Must. Suck. It. Up.
I guess.
Thursday, February 16, 2012
The Best Meal I've Ever Eaten
I celebrated Valentine's Day last night at Thomas Hill Organics in Paso Robles. I'm lucky enough to be dating a dude who knows about food and wine, and knew about this hidden spot in Paso. I ate the best vegan food of my LIFE -- my date knows the cook and she had some vegan stuff prepped.
A lot of the produce comes from their own family organic farm, so everything is super fresh and seasonal and perfect. I had several food orgasms.
We started out with a couple of appetizers -- a red quinoa with beets and harissa, as well as a plate of this beautiful mix of chanterelles, avocado (the most perfect avocado I've ever had), spinach, pine nuts, and some sort of delicious oil/sauciness.
Then came the Kabocha Coconut Cream soup -- quite possibly the highlight of the entire meal. It was sweet and rich and gingery and complex. Every bite was heaven.
My entree was this black kale, brussels sprouts, avocado, nori salad with a sesame vinaigrette. So green, so delicious. For dessert, we split a coconut panacotta over blueberry champagne sauce.
Not to mention more wine and beer than I could handle.
It was a Valentine's Day of perfect food and excellent company.
A lot of the produce comes from their own family organic farm, so everything is super fresh and seasonal and perfect. I had several food orgasms.
We started out with a couple of appetizers -- a red quinoa with beets and harissa, as well as a plate of this beautiful mix of chanterelles, avocado (the most perfect avocado I've ever had), spinach, pine nuts, and some sort of delicious oil/sauciness.
Then came the Kabocha Coconut Cream soup -- quite possibly the highlight of the entire meal. It was sweet and rich and gingery and complex. Every bite was heaven.
My entree was this black kale, brussels sprouts, avocado, nori salad with a sesame vinaigrette. So green, so delicious. For dessert, we split a coconut panacotta over blueberry champagne sauce.
Not to mention more wine and beer than I could handle.
Monday, February 13, 2012
A Little Girl Named Alex
I have been thinking a lot lately about the possibility of becoming a school counselor. I think I'm a better "connector" than "teacher," and I would love it if my job was to connect with kids. I am also very drawn to middle schoolers. When people find out I want to teach/I'm teaching middle school, they groan or scoff or talk about how evil middle schoolers are. How awful their middle school experience was. How they were bullied. Isolated. Awkward. And you know what? I was, too. Middle school was painful, and I was homeschooled! The dating scene began, and tact still wasn't intact. Not a good combination. It was a time before we all figured out deodorant and tampons and cover-up and tweezers. It WAS awful. But on the other side of things, I see how awkward and precious and insightful these kids are. They are still cute, but they are becoming who they will be. They understand wit and sarcasm. They have life experience. They have opinions. They are just so special.
Today was my first day back at school after my car accident. My "fan club," aka 8th grade drama, was so excited to see me, and surrounded me with questions and concerns and updates. Details on my accident turned into experiences they had had with car accidents. One of my favorites, a girl named Alex, starting sharing a story about a car accident caused by her older brother, in which his truck was t-boned. She was in the hospital for a month, and recovered out of the hospital for an additional month. She had multiple facial cosmetic surgeries, her right hip was "pushed up," her ribs broken, and her liver lacerated. Here I've been complaining about chest pain, and I didn't even spend a full night in the hospital. And she was a kid.
Alex is a kid who has somehow been overlooked by my mentor teacher. I noticed her a couple of months ago -- noticed her spunk and spirit, her acting abilities, and her stage presence. She has a large scar on the right side of her face, which I've always thought just added to her character. Now I know it's from the car accident. I also know she has been made fun of for this scar. But she told a group of us of her accident and her facial surgeries and scar so boldly, so matter-of-factly today. She is a 13 or 14 year old girl who has already faced death and pain and recovery and isolation. And she is amazing.
So, for those who write off "middle schoolers" as a bunch of little smelly jerks -- some of them are. But most of them are like Alex. They've lived, and they want to tell their stories, just like all of us.
Today was my first day back at school after my car accident. My "fan club," aka 8th grade drama, was so excited to see me, and surrounded me with questions and concerns and updates. Details on my accident turned into experiences they had had with car accidents. One of my favorites, a girl named Alex, starting sharing a story about a car accident caused by her older brother, in which his truck was t-boned. She was in the hospital for a month, and recovered out of the hospital for an additional month. She had multiple facial cosmetic surgeries, her right hip was "pushed up," her ribs broken, and her liver lacerated. Here I've been complaining about chest pain, and I didn't even spend a full night in the hospital. And she was a kid.
Alex is a kid who has somehow been overlooked by my mentor teacher. I noticed her a couple of months ago -- noticed her spunk and spirit, her acting abilities, and her stage presence. She has a large scar on the right side of her face, which I've always thought just added to her character. Now I know it's from the car accident. I also know she has been made fun of for this scar. But she told a group of us of her accident and her facial surgeries and scar so boldly, so matter-of-factly today. She is a 13 or 14 year old girl who has already faced death and pain and recovery and isolation. And she is amazing.
So, for those who write off "middle schoolers" as a bunch of little smelly jerks -- some of them are. But most of them are like Alex. They've lived, and they want to tell their stories, just like all of us.
Sunday, February 12, 2012
Ch-ch-ch-changes
Something has shifted. I'm suddenly finding myself to be a functioning adult, who is honest, who is sane, who approaches problems straight-on. I am capable and strong. I make good decisions and I get things done. And that "could be, who knows...?" feeling I've had for a while now -- it's turning out to be for good reason.
2012 is my year. I can feel it. For a year that started out as such shit, things are coming around.
There is something to be said for setting good intentions and being positive, and having it thrown back to you. I have been so cheery, and people have been so cheery to me. Good things keep coming my way (with the exception of a silver Scion xB who wanted to smush my car -- and I mean that in the Snookiest sense of the word). As it turns out, when you suck the poison out of your life, consciously so, good things will just fall into your lap. And suddenly, I am inspired and happy and calm and radiating something good. It was really that easy.
2012 is my year. I can feel it. For a year that started out as such shit, things are coming around.
There is something to be said for setting good intentions and being positive, and having it thrown back to you. I have been so cheery, and people have been so cheery to me. Good things keep coming my way (with the exception of a silver Scion xB who wanted to smush my car -- and I mean that in the Snookiest sense of the word). As it turns out, when you suck the poison out of your life, consciously so, good things will just fall into your lap. And suddenly, I am inspired and happy and calm and radiating something good. It was really that easy.
Friday, February 10, 2012
Please donate to fund "Annie!" Anything helps.
http://www.kickstarter.com/projects/1079180222/annie-at-judkins-middle-school
Humbled by Pain
I'm a controller. A planner. A predictor. If I have a cold, I know when I'll be back in business. This is different. I have spent every day saying, "I'll be back teaching by the end of the week, of course." or "I should be better tomorrow -- I think the pain is peaking today." Not the case. Now it's, "I'll teach on Monday, no matter how much it hurts." I'm bored. I'm not working. The pain hopefully plateaued -- today was the first day that didn't hurt worse than the day before.
I feel guilt. I feel like it's not bad enough. I feel like my employers and advisors and mentor teachers don't know me well enough to understand that, if it didn't hurt like hell, I'd be there. It's hard to balance the line of taking care of myself and getting things done. But, my GOD, it hurts. Damaged, inflamed cartilage. Doesn't sound THAT bad. Nothing is broken. I wake up and I want to cry. It spreads up the sides of my ribcage and wraps around to my back. I lose sleep because I need to roll over and it hurts too much to roll over. The first thing I do when I wake up is take Ibuprofen.
I want to have fun and be social and go dancing and teach kids and hold babies. I can't right now. I feel like an old, arthritic lady who just got hit by a bus. Going to Target made me want to cry, just from walking around. I know it's only been 9 days, but I'm getting so frustrated and impatient.
And I shouldn't. I'm alive. Nothing is broken. This pain will leave, even though I don't know when. My life is so exciting right now. But that's part of the problem. I want to enjoy it. I want to enjoy the excitement. The pain makes me emotional -- gives me guilt -- makes me apologize too much. Makes me feel like a pussy.
Mostly, I want to sleep all the time. Sleep through it. I hope I heal soon. I'm glad I'm alive, and that everything is functioning.
I feel guilt. I feel like it's not bad enough. I feel like my employers and advisors and mentor teachers don't know me well enough to understand that, if it didn't hurt like hell, I'd be there. It's hard to balance the line of taking care of myself and getting things done. But, my GOD, it hurts. Damaged, inflamed cartilage. Doesn't sound THAT bad. Nothing is broken. I wake up and I want to cry. It spreads up the sides of my ribcage and wraps around to my back. I lose sleep because I need to roll over and it hurts too much to roll over. The first thing I do when I wake up is take Ibuprofen.
I want to have fun and be social and go dancing and teach kids and hold babies. I can't right now. I feel like an old, arthritic lady who just got hit by a bus. Going to Target made me want to cry, just from walking around. I know it's only been 9 days, but I'm getting so frustrated and impatient.
And I shouldn't. I'm alive. Nothing is broken. This pain will leave, even though I don't know when. My life is so exciting right now. But that's part of the problem. I want to enjoy it. I want to enjoy the excitement. The pain makes me emotional -- gives me guilt -- makes me apologize too much. Makes me feel like a pussy.
Mostly, I want to sleep all the time. Sleep through it. I hope I heal soon. I'm glad I'm alive, and that everything is functioning.
Tuesday, February 7, 2012
ER
I'm getting used to the hospital. I have a pretty high pain threshold, so when I'm almost crying with every breath and move, it's time to GO. I spent three hours in the ER last night, undergoing x-rays, EKGs, and most importantly, getting drugged up. It kind of sucked to be there alone, and driving myself was probably not a great idea, but I got a 1am ride out of there (doped up on Norco).
Narcotics are the best! But I can't drive or teach on them, so I'm trying to survive on Ibuprofen today to see what happens. It's been a nice little staycation, but I'm itching to get back to student teaching.
I have costochondritis, which is just an inflammation of the cartilage that connects the ribs to the sternum. It goes away on its own, but it should be at its worst from 1-2 weeks after the accident (which means, starting today). I can't wait until I can move again -- I have a brand new yoga mat and haven't gotten to use it yet!
On the plus side, I should get a nice little settlement out of this.
Narcotics are the best! But I can't drive or teach on them, so I'm trying to survive on Ibuprofen today to see what happens. It's been a nice little staycation, but I'm itching to get back to student teaching.
I have costochondritis, which is just an inflammation of the cartilage that connects the ribs to the sternum. It goes away on its own, but it should be at its worst from 1-2 weeks after the accident (which means, starting today). I can't wait until I can move again -- I have a brand new yoga mat and haven't gotten to use it yet!
On the plus side, I should get a nice little settlement out of this.
Monday, February 6, 2012
Ouch
The pain in my chest is worse every day. I can't go to school, I can't work, everything hurts. Rolling over in bed, coughing, laughing, turning my steering wheel, picking up Shelby, reaching for things, taking a step. I shouldn't be complaining because I'm so happy to be alive, but I'm starting to feel pretty sorry for myself. Knowing that tomorrow it will probably hurt worse than today, and the next day will probably hurt even worse is a serious bummer. I'm tired of whining about it. I'm tired of lying around in bed.
Doctor tomorrow, I think.
Doctor tomorrow, I think.
Wednesday, February 1, 2012
Totaled
So, two car accidents in one year. Last night, I got t-boned by a girl who ran a stop sign, and now the whole right passenger front corner is smushed. My airbag deployed. It was quite the experience. It wasn't as traumatizing as the last one because I didn't have time to react, and I didn't swerve or spin or flip or anything. It was just BAM!
Kiyoko took me to the hospital to get my very painful chest checked out, but nothing is broken -- just a contusion from the airbag. I'm hurting today, but the good news is, my back and neck feel just fine.
On the bright side, I get a new car and a staycation (the rest of the week off of teaching, per my mentor teacher's insistence.
On the not bright side, I have to do all that tedious insurance and police report stuff.
On the bright side, the other girl is okay.
On the bright side, I'm alive.
Kiyoko took me to the hospital to get my very painful chest checked out, but nothing is broken -- just a contusion from the airbag. I'm hurting today, but the good news is, my back and neck feel just fine.
On the bright side, I get a new car and a staycation (the rest of the week off of teaching, per my mentor teacher's insistence.
On the not bright side, I have to do all that tedious insurance and police report stuff.
On the bright side, the other girl is okay.
On the bright side, I'm alive.
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