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Six years ago I went to meet my parents for NYE in Sevilla. I took a fancy speedy train where I sat near an annoying child listening to a movie without headphones. Luckily Spanish people are really open when they have a problem with you and a nice dude in a nice suit came from a few rows back and was like “you need to turn that sh*t off”. That’s how I would have translated it anyways, but thank god! I don’t know why in moments like that I would feel bad about causing a stir or hurting someones feelings or having to ride with them the rest of the way after ruining their unique and terrible plan to entertain their child. I tried to be chic and go hang out in the bar area with the other fancy men for a bit, but mostly I enjoyed watching the countryside whiz by in solitude.

If we could make train travel a thing, I’d be into it. Somehow meeting up with my parents was like a miraculous sighting near an orange tree and a statue of Don Juan where we rejoiced and then went into a windy path to their apartment.

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That wasn’t the last time that I was in Spain, but it was the last time that I was there for the New Year.

 

And here we are the year before in Madrid. Thank goodness for the year on the glasses for chronological purposes
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Those were probably some of my favorite NYE because it wasn’t insane or expensive or me wondering who I would kiss at midnight and concluding that it would be nobody before the night even began…when you party with your parents you don’t have any of those worries. I’ll be going back to that wonderful worry free experience because it is all organized by EF and I will be one of many on a dorky tour; teachers of the Midwest unite.

While I only get three real days in Madrid, I’ll take what I can get because it’s probably one of my favorite cities in the world and also it’s basically free. I’ll pay for it later when I take my students on a ten day tour through Germany and Switzerland.

It’s going to be a wonderful conclusion to what has been a pleasant year overall. I’m not sure at what point exactly I’m measuring my year, but September feels most accurate for my teacher self. Summer was just me working mostly all of the time, so I feel fortunate that I get to have a true vacation where I get to go somewhere besides my bed!

 

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No one usually writes about being 31, and while 30 was a nice age, it really does just keep getting better. For example, this will be the year I’m confident that I will tell a child to put on some god damn headphones/ stop kicking me/ shut the F up 4real/ read a book. Besos, felices fiestas, and updates coming from Madrid in 2019.

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Moved

 

I started typing this post in a word document because it was all I could think to do while my internet and cable was being set up. My phone let me know today that I’ve spent 27% less time looking at it this last week, which seems surprising considering I’ve been on the phone with what feels like EVERYONE. Mainly just the fine folks at Comcast, ComEd, Move-tastic- etc. I have never experienced worse luck in setting up simple transitions, which I did weeks in advance because I was so excited to move and I knew that the week before was going to be way too chaotic. Anyways, the lesson that I learned was not to do things in advance because nothing matters, especially not appointment times. Below is what I actually started typing….

 

(Those photos represent me being “so busy” because it was important for me to watch Campbell do Halloween and also participate in Halloween because I was working last year. Update: I don’t even crack the top 15 of things/ people Campbell likes)

It’s strange to think that maybe someone else with the same bra size, taste in socks and need for a navy blue storage décor item literally took my cart away from me, but it’s also strange to think that a Target employee was so frustrated by an abandoned cart situation that they figured out a way to make it vanish in a matter of seconds. Honestly, I’m trying to by sympathetic and see how a seemingly abandoned cart would get more annoying with each occurrence, but I feel like you could scan the area and see that there I am just a few meters away looking at things that I don’t need for 2 seconds!

That was just part of night one of me being alone in my new place. My parents left me all by myself around 6:30, but I’d eaten lunch at 5, so I didn’t really have dinner plans to look forward to, and I had no cable/internet yet, so it seemed like a long bleak amount of time until I could go to bed. I ended up finding a random USB titled EMMA with a bunch of movies on it, and I started watching Office Space, and then I got inspired by how close my car was (permit life) that I decided to venture out.

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After my cart was swiped basically from under my nose, I had to do a quick re-shop and obviously forgot some of the more essential things that I’d gone out for in the first place, like toothpaste. I didn’t even know that until I got home so I wasn’t sad yet, just regular frustrated. I parked sort of far down the block from my place and heard a bumping party going on. I thought it was a little strange because It was 8:30 which in my mind seems early, but also, I was at Target on a Friday night for at least an hour buying socks, so it’s hard to say who is better or worse off in life.

Feeling sad for my dirty teeth and tired body, I put on my coziest jammies and reached out to grab my phone and nada. My apartment was a hot mess at this point, but I was pretty sure my phone would be out and about and easy to spot. Pockets, purse, counters, the usual “everywhere”. Then I remember this classic little mistake that I do sometimes which is to leave it in the cup holder in my car.

But I’m in my jammies, and my car is in front of a wild party. Welcome to the neighborhood.

I throw my coat on over the jammies and peek outside. I see about 6 or more dudes near my car, on top of my car and maybe inside of it, but it was hard to know for sure. The first thought that I had was that they were doing something evil. This is just based on other weird car experiences that I’ve had in the past and unrelated to the mystery party dudes. I’m basically frozen on my porch, so I guess I’m just going to watch them break into my car. I notice one guy sort of break free from the group, and he’s clearly full out dancing and singing or at least lip syncing for his audience. Then I see a guy with a camera- and not just an iPhone camera- a full on professional looking camera, and from my apartment I can see that extra screen area where you can see what you are filming without looking into the tiny eye hole.  So really what is happening is that my car is in a music video. I felt uncomfortable about that since I was recently an extra on a Netflix show and I know my minimum wage worth, I figured that Silverado (my cars name and not the type of car that it is) should get a cut. I clicked the unlock and lock button a few times, but the show must go on as they say, and the filming and dancing continued.

After going back inside and whispering what the fuck for about 5 minutes, I reasoned with myself that the video shoot would be over shortly- maybe 10 minutes at the most.  I’m not sure how much time passed, but I was able to get my phone out of the car safely and for the most part was not spotted by my neighbors.

In conclusion, shout out to Move-tastic for their tastefully named trucks and rent-able wardrobes. “Brenda” got the job done, and her more sexy friend Olga was able to stop by today and drop off some misplaced moving blankets.

I’m cracking the surface on what Quarter 2 looks like for Spanish 1, but also trying to take some time to have a rainy Sunday.

 

Gut feelings

Bleary eyed but nonetheless wide awake at 6 am on the second truly cold day in Chicago, I look at my phone and it knows that I’m looking at it because I get an alert from the Times about eating more fiber. This is literally breaking news right after Saudi Prince and icky details of his final moments in Turkey.  Also I followed up with a quiz on the New York Times that was like “do you know what’s going on in the news this week” and I started taking it because I was pretty sure that I did since I fully participate in consuming the news via podcasts. I got a 6/10 and they said that 97% of people that took the quiz know more than me. I find that result rude and hard to believe, but I’m going to put in more effort this week and I might even buy a physical newspaper because at the very least I will use it to cushion silverware and other such things for the big 1 mile move.

I just double checked on Google maps and it is in fact exactly 1 mile, 20 minutes walking and 5 minutes driving. This whole decision to move came about after probably having one of the two years that I lived in my current apartment feel very complain-y about rent and having no sunshine and smelling all sorts of good things from the bakery but hardly ever buying them to try to save my pennies. I have a Masters degree and I still work occasional weekends at the brewery just to be able to participate in life in such a way that I feel a woman with no children should. I know I’m not alone, but it sure feels like everyone else is doing fantastic.

After feeling like my only option was going to be me sleeping, eating, and doing everything, while looking at an oven for not that much less than what I pay now, I found a place. I feel really good about it and I feel like most (not all) people I’ve told are having an inner judge fest to the max. I get it because it’s fun to judge other peoples weird life decisions that seem ill timed, not worthwhile and bad. However, I know that this is the right choice for me and it’s just hard to put into words that don’t come out overly simplistic.

I have been pretty lucky lately though. First of all, I’m lucky that the brewery even needs and wants me to work there. One of my students was telling me about his job at McDonald’s and how his boss is late and yells at people for being fat (even though he’s fat- his words not mine) and yells at them for not speaking English. Meanwhile, the brewery got me a gig being an extra on the show Easy on Netflix. As a child I was certain that I would be something artsy and actress-y later in life, but as it turns out I’m not great at it and have zero dedication to standing around. Pretending to party in a garage was exhausting and I couldn’t control my face to not look weird and laugh at the fight that they were acting out. I guess at the very least I semi touched Dave Franco’s arm. Literal brush with fame.

One of my students told me that recently as well- about my face. He said, Ms. Campbell you be lookin at us all weird sometimes. I said, have you ever looked around this room? Before you’re all like omg that’s so mean, literally come and teach my 3rd period for 6 weeks. Thanks.

This is a lot of words and I have no visuals for you this month. Perhaps once I move! For now, getting ready for a cold pumpkin patch experience.

xoxo

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Inspo and regret

I’m retroactively upset that I never did a “this is my _____ year teaching” picture. I don’t even have actual memories of teaching my first year aside from the shirt that I wore on the first day. I know this for two reasons. Reason #1 is that I figured that the shirt brought me bad luck because I had a shitty first day. Reason #2 is because I wore it yesterday and then Obama came to my school so now the curse is broken. Peep the link below for the article about why he came.

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I was also scrolling through my Instagram just to remember what I’ve even accomplished in terms of having fun this summer, and then I scrolled further and I remembered that I started my 2016-17 school year with my jaw freshly opened after being shut for quite sometime. That was the year I applied an oldie but goodie called “sitting” which was just sitting in front of the room whenever possible- instead of standing-obviously. Everyone was fine. Then last year I had to get a ride/ use an SUV rental car for the first week or so of school and also found a strange bloody murder on top of my car once I did get it back (blood was all over the hood of the car and I just took it to the car wash and didn’t make eye contact w anybody which was probably really suspicious).

This year it’s like what weird setback will happen aside from my very strong gut instinct that my current rosters are a practical joke and I will show up on Tuesday and not have enough desks for everyone and actually have a different schedule where I teach PE for one period because that’s my latest aesthetic.

According to my horoscope: I’m wondering why I’m facing a perplexing dilemma (everything). It says “the world is not out to get you…this is a lesson you have to learn that you keep refusing to acknowledge…it involves a difficulty you don’t want to face. The solution is simple. Face it” RUDE AWAKENING. Also I highly trust this app. It’s just called daily horoscope and it’s pretty mystical and grammatically incorrect, which gives it this kind of authentic feel to me like someone is rushing to type it in real time for me and they really know what’s up in my life.

Back to school is a time flush with inspiration, energy, and over-doing it to the max. I like to gently remind myself that I’m not in competition with anyone. I compare myself a lot to other teachers and I’m always second place. It’s not a healthy process nor is it a good use of time, which I prefer to use watching quality shows such as Southern Charm.

I’ve never been this prepared, with this many marker bins, hundreds of PowerPoints, and the major decision to shift from shoulder bag to the backpack that I used in college. I’m graciously stepping out of the competition and will just be going with the flow. After all, it’s year 5 and maybe I’ll use all that head space to snap a pic.

Packing up the house and moving to beautiful Colorado, that's one for the memory bank.

xoxo

 

 

School year

I go by years, sure. But school years. 39 weeks that have felt like 390. I was trying to make space on my phone just now, deleting some old irrelevant photos and I got nostalgic. Nostalgia is usually reserved for students that had zero percent interest in me (aka hate) all year, and will see me next year and say “omggggg 3rd period in da house!” (That’s not how they talk but the idea is there).

I’m not doing a deep dive here, but some photos brought back the fresh sting of  a heart break. It mixed together with my catalytic converter being stolen so I honestly can’t tell if it’s a real emotion or exaggerated due to the very shiteous (not actual word) situation of being car free the first week back to school.  Bad timing dude.  Anyways, look at me thriving in my khakis and school spirit.

 

 

I was fortunate to have very amazing distracting opportunities arise that took me to New York for the first time in my life, and riot fest; also for the first time in my life.

 

I watched my nephew grow from a boring but cute caveman to a really overwhelmingly cute cherub.

 

I have more married friends than not now. Some of them turned 30. I turned 30. I actually paved the way, and I was ready for it after summer of Emma.

 

 

I actually recently likened some of my summer of Emma experiences to being an adult participant in “make a wish” because I just suddenly did all of these cool things that I hadn’t thought to do before and someone helped me do them. Thanks!

My heart recovered and I drank wine to help it along. I drank some wine just now because I have it and it’s good.

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city winery

 

I got hooked on podcasts. I thought I would be against them during my commute but it’s just right for me. I think audio books are not for me. I think a book is something one should read full out, words going into the brain.

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I also continued living all by myself. Really it’s been 1.5 years because I moved at an odd time, but I still can’t quite believe it. I would not mind hastily moving in with someone or having my rent suddenly drop because living alone is the bomb, but the rent is not the bomb. Speaking of money, I went to San Francisco which is/was a friendly reminder that it could be worse.

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Tomorrow kicks off finals. Odd for sure since it’s a Friday. Then we have to drag ourselves back Monday and Tuesday. If I hadn’t stored up this golden nugget of a personal day, I would also have to drag my old ass back on Wednesday, but I’ll be like, it’s personal, I won’t be back. Until July 9th anyways, when I exchange freedom for money as the transaction usually goes.

 

Some of these memories are quite recent and perhaps you are bored of my content considering I’m no longer a world traveler. I’m a teacher that doesn’t even blog about teaching. But c’est moi okay,

xoxo