Thirty

I started doing some of my online readings for this class I’m taking called “Motivation Matters” and suddenly I decided to look at Pinterest which led me to a quiz called what kind of tattoo should you get (which I’m not even considering AT ALL).

Watercolor TattooApparently the results are based on the fact that I like beautiful, artistic and unique. So I should get a watercolor tattoo. Gross. Terrible. This all started because I wanted to do laundry and then didn’t have detergent so I’m finding the strength and money to go to the store. Not sure how it always ends up that someone with a decent job and a masters degree experiences a few day every month where their bank account is $43.72.

Turning thirty has changed many things, but not all. For example, the money thing is exactly like college. The going out part is the exact opposite, and now I look for reasons to not go out. I’m glad that I don’t have a child, but it sure would be a great scapegoat to not attend certain events. I am beyond content just being an aunt, and I love seeing Campbell every chance that I get.

It will be better when he can take care of his own poop and food though.

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I only feel thirty if someone asks me how old I am and I have to say out loud “I’m thirty.” That conversation doesn’t come up a lot, or it hasn’t yet. I would prefer if it didn’t. I think I look young, feel young,  and act young (do dumb stuff all the time, can’t even get into it).

bulls game

There I am at the bulls game realizing that all of these ballers that have established lives and more money than I will ever know, are literally an entire decade younger than me.

While I behaved the weekend of my actual birthday, the weekend before I spent Sunday accomplishing nothing until 4pm when I went to the gym and sweated out tequila shots. So fine, I went to the gym. That’s the big 3-0 I guess.

My dear friend Maia gave me some pretty yellow flowers and I don’t own a vase. So I used the bottle of rose that we just drank. At what point in your life (or age) do you realize that you should have a vase? Is everyone else getting flowers with such frequency that they go to the store and think, better get a vase. How do I get to that level?

No complaints though. I got to have one of the best meals of my life, see my family and friends and wear a low cut super short velvet dress. Thirty.

I also get to kick off my Thanksgiving break with the anxiety of having my formal observation next week. Every year I try to go into it knowing that I’m doing a good job so it doesn’t matter that I can’t control what 28 teenagers may do or say in that 50 minute period…but that’s “my job” I guess. Don’t make robots, but also sort of make robots.

GIRLBOSS QUOTE: There is only one way to avoid criticism: do nothing, say nothing and be nothing. -Aristotle

xoxo

Will probably google new jobs for a few hours now as another great use of my time.

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Illuminating

I’m really bad at questioning. I have always felt that in a science-y way, it was best to accept the mysteries of the universe. That feeling comes from a Disney channel original movie that I saw long ago about a girl maybe being a mermaid. Unclear, but probably best for me to move forward.

This feeling to move on was most recently inspired by some street art that I zoomed past on the bus.  If you’re in Chicago and on Chicago avenue, in that confusing little triangular area where the blue line is and Big Shoulders coffee (which looks like a nice spot) you will see this…

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Would it be better if it weren’t a gold toothed lizard spreading that message? For me, yes. But it really made me think. I still don’t know quite what that thought is, or what I will do with that message inside of me moving forward, but I do find it illuminating.

In other life news, I am taking a mini pause from my double life of being teacher and a beer maid so that I can attempt to be social. As an introvert in a profession where I act extroverted most of the time, I need my weekends to cool off and be away from people, yet I feel pressure to take advantage of that time to have fun, live my best life, etc.

This school year I give myself top marks for effort. I have gone out during the week at least three times, attended PD’s during the week that went late, took a weekend trip to New York and somehow taught the whole next week through, likely wearing the same pair of black pants everyday. Not to mention, working every Saturday (minus two). I’m sorry, but single people have to brag like this because the only other people that care are parents and it’s like yeah that’s nice but also my mom loves home made poorly written poems and misshapen mugs that you can’t grasp, and hold one drop of liquid. #doinggreat

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Last year It was easy to convince myself that I had become a much better teacher. I’d made it to year three, growing each year with experience and reflecting upon my observers critiques and feedback. It was super easy to get a big head when I taught honors kids. You say read, and they start reading? Wildly different things are happening in regulars, and it is teaching me how to be a better teacher and how to make them better learners.  It is essential to me that they actually learn things and not just rest upon their laurels; in the process of being discovered.

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I hoarded all of their work from Quarter 1 for three reasons. One, so that they couldn’t throw it away. Two, so that they couldn’t compare their grade to the person next to them. I guess the culminating reason that I didn’t think of initially was so that they could create “portfolios” which by definition is a whole other thing that requires much more work than what I’m doing. Basically they picked two things that they were proud of or perhaps disappointed by, and then tucked them into their little barf green folder until Q2.

I asked them, what does this show you about yourself as a learner. Why did you pick the things that you did? Who were you Q1?

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I don’t know if that will change who they are moving forward, but they were quite honest.  As an adult I have gone through a lot of life experiences and milestones, but ultimately haven’t changed, so I really don’t have any answers.

aliceI posted this on my Facebook 5 years ago today to represent that I wasn’t sure where I was going with my life or what I was doing. Now I still have a lot of questions about what happens next. I certainly didn’t see myself where I am now. That god damn cat could just give me some clues.

rachel-wedding

What I want to know about this photo is, if I’m not looking at the happy couple kissing, where am I looking and why? Blissfully unaware….

Also this entire post would lead you to believe that I exclusively wear flower crowns to special events, or even on a daily basis. If only.

it happens everyday.

Deep thoughts,

xoxo

 

Yes!

I just walked home from work, and it took me back to those feels that I had in July and August, seeing people sitting out on patios, sweat on the glass, laughing, holding hands, the good stuff. The stuff that makes me think, why did I already smash my jorts into the summer is gone bin? To make room for “professional” clothing probably…

So. School started. The first week was a blur, but then part of my car got stolen so I woke up from the haze of memorizing 130 names give or take.  It made for an interesting week but I am #blessed that a really kind colleague was able to chauffeur me around and remind me to take advantage of good Alliance coffee.

There were all of the usual hiccups that go along with remembering how to teach and use school technology and what not, but I’m trying to improve each year in remembering that work is work… but going home when it’s light out, going out to eat, working out, having friends, those are real life. Could I be working right now? Yes. Should I be? Actually, also yes, but that’s a bad example.

Aside from having no car, and then getting a rental that was actually meant for an NFL player and his family, there were other low points in my week that somehow my friends resolved instantly. They truly came to my rescue with a phone call, a text, a “want to go to riot fest Sunday even though it’s not the best idea?” and immediately after that a “want to go to New York this random weekend” and the ever popular, “want to drink all of this wine?”

YES. YES. YES. What am I even doing if I’m not taking advantage of this moment in my life… besides working and then ultimately getting criticized and having nothing go as planned?  Might as well just load up on the espresso.

Believe it or not, a lot of babies come to the brewery. It’s cute and their families are cute, and I like babies now that I know one (Campbell- hey!) But I also think about how they have to go home and keep hanging out with their baby nonstop for the rest of their lives. No babies here. No dogs, not even a plant needs anything from me. Not even a cactus, because those have died under my care.

Maybe my moment is way longer than I think, and I might have the rest of my life to “do me” but just in case, I’m doing it now, making up for that lost year.

If my summer of Emma was any indication, I think I can consider this second half of 29 one of my better years of life.  Unfortunately I didn’t photograph a lot of the cool fun things that I did, but they are in my memories for sure and I’m really happy about that.

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xoxo from me in the future when I have a cute vespa that I can drive in heels.

Dear Future me

I came across the site futureme.org when I was teaching English in Spain because I thought it would be a fun final activity. What I should have done was start with it so that the students could receive their e-mail at the end and laugh or say “wow” or whatever. Basically you compose an e-mail to yourself and send it to the “future” and it has to be at least 6 months into the future (I think). I’ve done it a handful of times now and it’s always a nice little surprise in my inbox. Especially nice to have a break from unsubscribing from Banana Republic and UDems, which I wasn’t even really in, but now I’m permanently on their mailing list. DEM4LYFE.

I just wanted to share 99% of what I wrote. I only changed one percent to just take out a name and like one other touchy thing…

Dear FutureMe,
Hey, you just got a letter today from March- talking about breaking up….living at home…all of the very difficult times you went through last year. Right now there is a light at the end of the tunnel in ALL senses of that phrase.
1. Surgery is done and recovery is going well. Aside from having numb chin and lips, can’t complain. Hopefully when you read this you are like wtf, I can feel everything on my face yay.
2. Braces for only 3-4 more months (maybe less?!?!) Last time I had an appointment he said around 3 months, but again that was 6 weeks ago. I have one Jan 5th and I hope he can give me more of an idea of that date. PLZZZ BE SOON!
3. Moving to wicker park! I’m so excited. It’s taken me literally an entire year to get to this point. I stayed after the break up and then I just kept staying during my surgery. Now I can finally be independent as fuck. yes. yes yes.
4. Teaching is great this year. Not getting observed has really calmed me down a LOT. I also have pretty nice classes and I’m not completely clueless about what I’m doing. Thank goodness.
I can also see myself staying …… longer than I originally anticipated. I thought I’d do my 4 years and be so ready to fly out of here but the more time passes by it seems pretty easy to just stay a little longer. Get my loans forgiven. Do a really good job. I think I will move on eventually, but closer to year 10 than year 5? We shall see future me.
5. Hope you’re still eating healthy as fuck. I’m having a smoothie right now that’s like fruits protein powder, flax etc…all that good stuff. Keep it up.
Wonder if you’re still single? Obviously haven’t talked to any boys  since…… so that’s a pretty long dry spell. You are so ready to get out there if you aren’t already. Go on a date with like literally anyone. Why not. A bartender, a clown, a baker, just not a bum or a jerk lord.
All right I came to school to grade. You are on summer break now you lucky betch. Hope you’re enjoying it!

 

 

So man that last paragraph had me in tears. Just not a jerk lord. Those are my standards. And yes, I decided to eat healthy AF this morning so I’m having yogurt with berries. Thanks past me for that reminder.

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In the meantime….

xoxo

Summer of…

I am sick of hearing my name. My last name anyways. I’m even sick of hearing the way that kids are starting to spice it up-Ms. Camby, Camby-bell- K-bell, or just Ms. Ms. Ms……..uhhhhh. Somehow I remember 130+ names and you can’t keep track of 7 teachers. #Getmeoutofhere

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And while this time of year is the time when we are all the most drained, and the kids are also the most drained, there is more of an ease with the management because you really know each other. And then it ends.  And you have to figure it out all over again in the fall over the course of several months.

end of school

You guys keep working, I’ll just be over here “grading”

 

I guess that’s what keeps me coming back though.  Those kids that I roll my eyes the most about; I couldn’t do it without them. I could probably do a way better job, but it wouldn’t be as hilarious in retrospect.

I finally ditched my coffee stained lunch box that was 45% ombre brown for about 6 months of the year. With just a week left, I took the plunge and got this new little lunch box. Honestly, if you’re having a bad day, you have to at least have something good for lunch. And at the very very least, a cute lunch box. This year I pretty much isolated myself during lunch because it took me all the extra minutes of getting rubber bands in and out and brushing up afterwards that it just didn’t make it worth it to go downstairs. I also still never got those nerve endings back in my lower lip/chin area so I often find little dribbles there and I am constantly wiping that area out of habit.

lunch box

The good news is that I got my braces off, and that makes things a good 90% easier. Non- braces people know that you can still get food in your teeth, but getting it out is much simpler.

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I also get to be an aunt to this little nugget of joy below featured in his baby-aviators…baby-ators. As far as he knows, I’ve had a dazzling smile for his entire life, and not just half of it. While I have tons of pictures of him and am so proud and giddy, I don’t think we have a photo together. I’m not against it, but when I see a photo of a person as old as me with a baby, I figure that it’s their baby. To clarify, it really depends on the pose and the location. I wasn’t about to grab him for a photo-op in the hospital because I randomly looked worse than the person that had just given birth and all of the nurses on hour 37 of their shift.

campbell

In conclusion, just trying to get a feel for if being an aunt is a pick up line or not, because despite what I was imagining, there was not a line of suitors outside of my door the day after I got my braces off. I think I came home and did the same things that I always do, in no particular order….eat something with a lot of olive oil on it, 2-3 episodes of something on Netflix, complain to myself about dumb things, try to go to bed by 10 pm.

That photo of the article “Single in Chicago” was something that my dad handed to me approximately four years ago. I might have been back from Spain and just starting my little Chicago life.  A lot has changed since then, and in the fewest words possible, I’m ready for the summer of Emma.

xoxo