Here I am, Tuesday morning, sitting in the library waiting to go to class and all I can think about are the things I’ve learned since coming back to school…
I’ve learned where the library is. I must admit, working on my bachelor’s degree I had no clue where the library was.
People dress weird. Either that or I do….
British Literature is gory, especially Shakespeare.
I had to relearn how to write a paper. I’m still working on this fact…
My backpack weighs about 24lbs. No wonder my lower back hurts. Question, why didn’t it hurt my first time through? Less work or was it cause I was younger?
Laptops are the it thing to have. We were lucky to have desktops when I went through the first time. Man what have times come to in the last 12 years!
And on top of that, a lot of people have Mac’s. It kind of makes me giggle.
Kids today (no offense because I was probably that way) have no idea what it’s like to be in the real world. I love when they say, I’m not ready for this to be reality. School isn’t reality sadly. If only we all got summer breaks, fall breaks, winter breaks and spring breaks.
I learned that England had a pretty interesting history/past. And I’m only taking English classes.
Going to a different school for my Master’s than what I did for my Bachelor’s is also teaching me some things. In some ways they are identical and other ways they are totally different. I’m still learning.
Ok I think that is enough of a list for the time being. That and I need to wrap it up so I can actually go to class. Wish me luck, we’re watching Othello by Shakespeare.
So when I was working on my Bachelor’s degree, I had a agriculture education degree going on. Now a lot of people look at me when I say that’s my bachelor’s like I have a horn growing out of my forehead, I promise people, I’m not a rhinoceros or a unicorn! You may or may not know, I am now working on my Master’s… but get this, it’s in English. Don’t read my writing here and feel sorry for me… this is my blog and I like (…..) and stuff like that, just saying.
Anyway we’re getting off topic. An English Master’s is totally different than an agriculture education degree for sure, but they still go hand in hand. Serious, you have to be well spoken and be able to read and write and grade and educate people on agriculture. See, it all ties together.
Now when I was working on my bachelor’s degree my dad shot me an email in my first few semesters of college talking about what teacher’s made. I loved it so much that I printed it out and pasted it right next to my desk where I studied as a great reminder as to why I was going through the difficultness I felt. Oh and blogger says difficultness isn’t a word, well I just made it one for this post.
So now, here I am going back to school after a short length off trying to remember how to write papers… I turn my first one in today, it’s a New Critical Analysis of the poem To his Coy Mistress by Andrew Marvel. I can share it with you if you’d like to see it :)… lol.
I’ve felt pretty stressed out these first few weeks of school and was wondering what the heck I was thinking, but slowly I feel like I’m getting my groove down… I hope! I took my first quiz on Beowulf and failed it miserably. But that was enough to kick my butt in gear and I passed the next ones with flying colors. Oh and reading Beowulf, have you ever tried? It’s written weird! But again, beside the point.
I guess this post is to say, I’m looking for that reminder, that thing to get me through the hard times to remind me that there is a light at the end of the tunnel. But for now I’ll leave you with Happy Friday and the poem of what teachers make.
WHAT TEACHERS MAKE A poem by: Taylor Mali The dinner guests were sitting around the table discussing life. One man, a CEO, decided to explain the problem with education. He argued: “What’s a kid going to learn from someone who decided his best option in life was to become a teacher?” He reminded the other dinner guests that it’s true what they say about teachers: “Those who can…do. Those who can’t … teach.” To corroborate, he said to another guest: “You’re a teacher, Susan,” he said. “Be honest. What do you make?” Susan, who had a reputation of honesty and frankness, replied, “You want to know what I make?” I make kids work harder than they ever thought they could. I can make a C+ feel like a Congressional Medal of Honor and an A- feel like a slap in the face if the student did not do his or her very best.” “I can make kids sit through 40 minutes of study hall in absolute silence.” “I can make parents tremble in fear when I call home” “You want to know what I make?” “I make kids wonder.” “I make them question.” “I make them criticize.” “I make them apologize and mean it.” “I make them write.” “I make them read, read, read.” “I make them spell definitely beautiful, definitely beautiful, and definitely beautiful over and over and over again, until they will never misspell either one of those words again.” “I make them show all their work in math and hide it all on their final drafts in English.” “I make them understand that if you have the brains, then follow your heart…and if someone ever tries to judge you by what you make, you pay them no attention!” “You want to know what I make?” “I make a difference.” “And you? What do you make?”
Since we’re all friends here I feel I can confess…
I was a band geek.
There, I said it. It feels so good to get that off of my chest. However, I should also admit that in fact my husband was a band geek too.
I played the Clarinet, he played the Tuba in concert band or Sousaphone in marching band. And there you have it boys and girls, we were band geeks. But that’s ok, I had good times in band, in fact it gave me a chance to go to Disney World and get to know my husband even better, you know, before he fell off the face of the earth or at least out of my life.
What’s really odd and strange is we went to a fairly good sized high school, our graduating class was 214. That’s good sized for around here anyway. But I think I was one of the few Band students who was also in the FFA. Just food for thought.
Anyway moving on. Saturday was the Maple Leaf Parade and we went and watched the parade. Both of us being drilled sooooo much on how to march and march in step and in straight lines while keeping diagonals really makes you sit there and watch the bands going through the parade and critique them. And what’s really funny is things we used to complain about, why do we have to do it this way or why can’t we do it that way, when you see bands doing those things, you realize why the band teachers said no. Crazy how the world works.
On top of the parade they also have a huge field show competition out on the football field. We decided Saturday night that we were going to go watch the finals.
Holy cow, sitting there in that stadium brought back all those early morning practices, all that yelling and being drilled, all the counting, marching in step while playing a song, and even more. It was GREAT!
When I was a senior I decided not to be in the band. I was tired of the constant struggle between band functions and FFA functions and truth be told, I hated 7am practices in the cold. I had a few people tell me I would miss it and I shouldn’t quit, not before my last year. Silly me though, I didn’t listen. Dumbest mistake of my life. Ok maybe not dumbest but it wasn’t a smart one either. Being there Saturday night I kind of really wanted to be out on that field with those bands. Just sayin.
So the first band up we saw I saw this guy walking around in khaki’s and a jacket on the field. At first I thought it was the band director and I really wondered what he was doing. Then I realized it was a judge. Now, I’m not sure I ever remember a judge walking around on the field while we were competing, if they did, wow I was sure focused, but I have to admit, I think that would have bothered me. He doesn’t KNOW their routine’s so how did he know he wasn’t going to cause them to run over him or have to get out of formation. I think that is actually kind of rude… He wasn’t always paying attention to everyone around him and he did almost get run over a few times. I kind of wish they had but maybe that’s the vindictive side of me…
Which one of these is not like the other?!?!
And then, we were always told, keep going. Don’t let anything distract you. Well look out on the field, what is that? Is that…. a Shoe? Why yes, yes it is a shoe. One of the band members lost their shoe while in competition. I must commend them for continuing on!
Wow this brought back such fond memories.
And then came time for the results of the competition. All drum majors line up on the track. One of the cool things is when the drum majors do their little “We’re ready” routine. And during the ceremony they do it every time their name is called. Very awesome!
Results: Best Auxillary – Lebenon High School Best Drum Major – Marionville High school Best Precussion – Lebanon High School Best Horn Line – Lebanon High School
8th place – Joplin High School 7th Place – Seneca High School 6th Place – Marionville High School 5th Place – Buffalo High School 4th Place – Hutchinson High School 3rd Place – Ava High School 2nd Place – Glendale High School and 1st Place – Lebanon High School
Then they have a Sweepstakes round. It is the best overall combined score between the parade and the field show with 30% weighed on the parade scores and 70% weighted on the field competition scores.
Here lately I’ve spent a bunch of time studying. I’m not going to say I’ve spent as much as I should because with as much information as I have to learn, I’m not sure you could spend a year learning it all.
I’ll warn you now, eventually there will be some “interesting” pictures {in this post}. Kind of like the Cow eye, but it’s not an eye. I’m just warning you!
Giving you time to go back or skip this post…
Moving on…
So we have this really cool website we had to buy a membership to in A&P 2. It’s called A&P Revealed. Nice right :). You can look at the bones {would have been helpful in A&P 1}, the muscles, the nervous system, and even, the eyes & ears.
Here, you’re looking at the lens. How cool is this website? You can dissect all kinds of things. I wish I could show you and sometime maybe I will. My test today, is over the eye…
And the ear. This is a model obviously. {This isn’t scary yet…. don’t worry I have a “fun” picture.}
The Inner Ear.
How about the Spinal Cord make-up?
Don’t worry, still a model. You can see the Cranial Nerves better on this… There are 12 of them. Plus you can see lots of other things. I won’t bore you… {Now just know, the next picture is a real picture, not a model.}
This is a real half of a human brain. Remember, we have cadavers. This is one of the brains. The other one is cut into 8 slices.
Now, wish me luck on my test. I swear, I’m gonna need it!
So obviously, March is going to come in like a lion this year. I’m sure you all heard about the tornadoes that ripped through the midwest on the night of the 28th and the morning of the 29th. If this is what is in store for storm season this year, I’m scared!
Anyway…
Back my first time through school I took a short story writing class. I’m sure you’ve heard me refer to it before. At the end of the class I had to write the teacher a letter to accompany my two stories. I stumbled across that letter yesterday and read through it. Either we had to compare our writing to something or I was just being weird. It cracked me up to read this portion of my letter. What do you think?
My writing style circa 2003. (apparently)
To describe my writing to someone, I would tell him or her it was like a ship coming into port. Many people help as a huge ship comes to dock in the harbor. The captain of the ship steers the ship making sure not to hit any jagged, sharp rocks as I write my paper to make sure that it gets done right. The lighthouse helps make sure the ship sees land so they do not crash; a peer group critiques my first draft to help work out jagged, rough spots in my writing. Then they start slowing down with the help of the crew and make sure that the ship is neat and orderly for docking, a second peer group critiqued my story to help sum up any loose ends that still remain. Finally the ropes are tied and the anchor is dropped in the water just like my final paper is written and is ready to be turned in.
I wonder what my {step}daughter would have thought, especially after going to the vet with us on Saturday back in January. Especially after she said she didn’t want to be a vet b/c she didn’t want to stick her hand up a horses/cows butt.
Sorry I’m trying to give you time to turn back. Now I’m proceeding with pictures.
Consider yourself warned!
Monday night in A&P we dissected Cow Eyeballs. Never in my wildest dreams did I really think I’d be dissecting any kind of an eyeball, little lone a cow eyeball, but I did it. (reminds me of the episode of Friends where Richard & Monica are squeezing tomatoes and he remarks they feel weird(or something) and she says you touch eyeballs all day and he says but we were trained not to squeeze them.)
At first, I thought I might just sit back and watch, be the clean handed lab manual reader, but I couldn’t resist. I knew if I didn’t feel it, it’d eat at me for a week like the brain/breast tumor did. (still don’t have any desire to touch the cat though!)
I was shocked that my phone would work with rubber gloves on…. And no I didn’t touch this juicy stuff and then touch my phone. I kept one hand clean 🙂 My {step}daughter accuses me of being a germ-a-phobe sometimes.
Here are 2 cow eyeballs. Now obviously they’ve been treated, etc so they look a little blech, they weren’t fresh out of the cow.
You slice in just behind the cornea. When you do this, if you cut in fast, be prepared to be squirted with juice. Slow and steady wins the race.
This is what you see when you immediately open it up. Up by the black (her left hand) is the pupil, front of the eye, etc. Down where the white ball is is toward the back of the eye. The white ball is the lens.
Animals have this gorgeous blue that humans don’t. That’s why if you shine a light in a cats eye, it gives you that glow back; This is what causes that glow. And truthfully opening these eyes up and seeing the blue & the lens made us all think we were rooting in oysters for pearls, lol :).
This was the lens. Holy cow it was hard. It felt like a small pebble. Isn’t it limestone that you can scrape away with your fingernail? Anyway, you could actually scrape at this, but it was hard as rock.
I have a test over this material, the brain & the nervous system on Wednesday (March 7th). Wish me luck!
You remember in school how people used to try and “pressure” you in to doing things. Sometimes they were as innocent as licking the flag pole when it was cold out (name that movie) and other times… well it was much worse.
I guess I really didn’t face much peer pressure though… Maybe a double dog dare every once in a while, but not even much of that.
Well Wednesday night in A&P I almost thought I was going to have to have that peer pressure.
Classes started on January 16th. We have lecture & lab both Monday & Wednesday nights. So in lab, we’re dissecting cats. Why a cat… well I’m not sure. It is said that the pig is closest to humans, you know other than primates (monkeys, etc).
Anyway kind of new to the school though, is a cadaver lab. We currently have 2 cadavers, a male & a female. The woman, 69, died of breast cancer that metastasized into her bones. The man (dunno the age but older gentleman) died of COPD.
The first night of class the professor took us into the lab just to show us. But then the next week on Wednesday (25th) we actually went into the lab. The professor said to grab gloves if you wanted to feel the muscles etc, since that’s what we’re currently working on is muscles. Might I add, wow, the human body is fascinating! Anyway….
I didn’t grab gloves. There are 8 work stations that hold up to 4 people. Every station has at least 3 if not 4, so we have a bunch of students in our class. So I “stepped back” to let others feel. In the end only about 2 students actually had time to do that.
One girl felt the breast tumor. We asked her what it felt like. She said “if you’re a girl, you know what the tissue around it feels like, but I’m not sure how to even describe the tumor itself.”
So I sat for a week, wondering what on earth could that tumor feel like. Call me weird, call me crazy, whatever, I couldn’t help but wonder. And I know there are MANY types of tumors out there, but here was a chance to feel one. Now it shouldn’t have bothered me that much because, well, we’ll have them all semester, BUT!
So Wednesday night of this week (Feb 1), we went back to the cadaver lab. I grabbed gloves this time but was still a little hesitant so I placed them in the pocket of my hoodie. Then the professor asked us, “Who wants to hold a brain.”
OMG what?!?! I finally bit the bullet and put my gloves on, walked over by the person holding the brain and stood there like a the shy kid who was too afraid to ask, but more I was having to syke (sp? you know talk myself into it) myself up! Finally the lady said yes you do and just put the brain in my hand.
Ok plastic models, they do a pretty decent job of making brains, the only difference, the human brain weighs between 5-8 lbs.
So then the professor went over muscles on both of the cadavers and then for a few last minutes let us all try to identify muscles. Ok so I finally talked myself into it and went and felt that tumor. I couldn’t resist. Although again I had to talk myself in to it. Not just something I’m overly eager to do…..
The best description I can give to you about how it felt….
You know when you’re chewing gum and you chew it way past the point of being “good” and it starts getting rubbery then you pull it out and it dries up a bit. Well that’s one of the best descriptions I can give you. You know gum still has some rubbery feel to it as long as it’s not completely dried up. My other description is, well….. when you’re castrating sheep it kind of feels like a lamb nut…do you know what that feels like… LOL. Although it wasn’t quite as hard.
And on that note, I should leave you with the thought that I’m sane! I promise!!
So you remember last week when some of the kiddos in my life were discussing John Frank, aka John Wayne? Well, I just so happened to pull one of my jump drives out of my purse Friday night looking for something on it when I stumbled across a paper I wrote for my first College English class I took and it just so happened to be about John Wayne. I have to admit, I thought timing on that was ironic! So I thought I would enlighten y’all because truthfully I kind of found it fascinating to reread and I’m the one who wrote it, so here’s all about John Wayne via Nicole circa 2002.
(p.s. don’t make to much fun of my writing please! Fun thing about that English class, there were probably 25-35 of us in the class. The professor told us on the first day of class that at some point throughout the semester we’d all have to write at least one sentence on the board. Not b/c it was poorly written, but b/c he thought it could possibly be written differently. Yeah, not to brag or anything, but I was one of the only people in class NOT to have to write a sentence on the board. Hey I was shy, so I did my darndest not to!)
Nicole J
Dr. Jones
English 110
May 16, 2002
Better Known as “The Duke”
Imagine growing up in a rural area known as Winterset, Iowa. Nothing to special about the area except for the local farming, but by the time you pass on, you are known as a legend. Does this sound too good to be real? Well not if you are the “Duke.” The Duke? Who is this? Well the Duke is known to many people around the country as one of America’s greatest Cowboys. The Duke, also known as John Wayne, is a famous actor who made his name known to the film industry.
The Duke was born on May 26, 1907, to Clyde “Doc” Morrison and Mary “Molly” Brown. At birth his name was Marion Robert Morrison but after the birth of his brother Robert Emmet, his middle name changed to Michael. Around the age of 5 Duke’s father was diagnosed with Tuberculosis. Soon after the diagnoses of this disease, Doc decided to move to Palmdale, California in 1912, where the whole family soon followed in 1914. While in Palmdale, Doc bought an 80-acre farm. Following the arrival of the family, the farm failed and in 1916 Doc moved the family to Glendale, California.
Glendale was about 10 minutes from downtown Los Angeles where Doc got a job working in a pharmacy. At the young age of 11 Duke was a very hard worker. Along with being a full time student, he delivered the Los Angeles Examiner in the mornings followed delivering prescriptions for the pharmacy in the afternoon. On the weekends he spent his time working at the local picture theater.
“There’ve been a lot of stories about how I got to be called Duke. One was that I played the part of a duke in a school play, which I never did. Sometimes, they even said I was descended from royalty! It was all a lot of rubbish. Hell, the truth is that I was named after a dog!” (Ugly, Strong, and With Dignity.) Duke had an Airedale dog. He and his dog were inseparable. The dog helped with the routes that Duke ran with the papers and with the prescriptions. The local fire department was amused by this determined little boy and his dog so they started referring to them as, “Big Duke” and “Little Duke.”
After Duke had graduated from high school he received a scholarship to play football at the University of Southern California. Being a 6’4” tall football player, he found himself a job working for Fox lot moving set props while he attended college. While working at Fox lot, he met a director named John Ford who was to have one of the strongest influences in his life. Ford taunted Duke one day, while on the set, about his football playing skills and gave Duke an open shot to tackle him. When Duke declined the offer, Ford abruptly sent him to the ground. Infuriated, Duke was given a second change to tackle Ford and he did just that. The next thing Ford knew, he was sitting on the ground, dazed and winded. The tackle that Duke had used, if used on the football field would have been illegal giving the other team a fifteen-yard penalty. With Duke’s job in jeopardy, everyone watched as Ford rose to his feet, waiting for him to blow up at Duke. To everyone’s amazement, Ford had a huge grin; Duke and Ford remained friends until the death of Ford on August 31, 1973. Through the next few years, Duke remained on the set moving props, being in big crowd scenes, and even appearing in Hangmans House, appearing as a silhouette.
Duke finally made his appearance in the movies in 1930 when director Raoul Walsh was contracted to Fox Studios. Walsh was the first director to make outdoor westerns such as, In Old Arizona. His next big project was another western called The Big Trail. The movie called for a role of a young trail scout and no one could be found for the part. Walsh was discussing his dilemma with Ford when Ford recommended Marion Morrison for the part. The next measures taken were to arrange for a screen testing where Walsh liked what he saw. The only thing that was keeping Walsh from giving Duke the part was the name, Marion Morrison. This name would be difficult to pass off as a tough trail scout leader. The directors played with his name and considered calling him Duke Morrison but that was soon changed to a name of a General in the American War of Independence, “Mad” Anthony Wayne (Ugly, Strong, and With Dignity). Soon after, Anthony was replaced with John, and this is how Duke became John Wayne.
Soon after Duke was hired for the part, the movie The Big Trail, starring Marguerite Churchill, Tyron Power Senior, and John Wayne, was released. This film was soon to be a failure because of the depression. Although this film didn’t make it, Duke was lucky enough to work through the depression. From the years 1930 to 1938, Duke made around 56 movies, that were mainly “B” grade westerns. Through this time, he waited patiently for stardom. Ford approached Duke in the spring of 1938 with a short story written by Ernest Haycox and published in Colliers magazine. The story was called “Stage to Lordsburg.” The story focused around the characters of a gambler, a drunken doctor, a saloon girl, a lady, a whiskey drummer, a crooked bank owner, and a gunfighter who was known as “Malpais Bill.” Later this name was changed for a stronger appealing one such as “Ringo Kid.”
After Duke had read the story, Ford approached him to see whom he thought should play Ringo Kid. Duke threw out some suggestions for the part, but none of them were to the liking of Ford. Ford erupted, “Why, you stupid son of a bitch, I want you to play it!” (Ugly, Strong, and With Dignity.) In 1939, Stagecoach staring John Wayne as “Ringo Kid,” made its début. This was a hit movie that gave Duke the stardom that he wanted and made John Wayne a common household name. Duke has also been in a number of other movies.
Just imagine, going from a very small community in the heartland of the United States and soon becoming a legend. All things are possible when you are willing to do the work for them. Marion Morrison soon became known as John Wayne or “Duke” just by being in the right place at the right time. He was willing to do the dirty work, which soon paid off. When you think things are impossible, all you have to do is strive for your best and everything works out. The Duke truly shows that if you are willing to work for what you want, the best is yet to come.
References:
Ask Yahoo. 2001. 11 May 2002. http://ask.yahoo.com/ask/20010529.html
Ugly, Strong, and With Dignity. n.date. 11 May 2002. http://users.orac.net.au/~mhumphry/wayne.html
Wood, Leroy. The Movies of John Wayne. n.date. 11 May 2002. http://users.orac.net.au/~mhumphry/jwfilms.html
Sometimes Real Life is funny. Things that happen, mannerisms of people, unforeseen circumstances, etc. I thought I would share with you my last night.
In my A&P class we’ve been having Greek & Latin Root Word tests. We usually get about 50-55 Greek & Latin prefix and suffix words that we have to learn since a lot of medical terminology is based off of that. Last night we had our third test. I must admit, I didn’t start studying for these words until Tuesday night after I got home from class where she announced that we’d have a test on Thursday. I really thought I was going to freak out, but I didn’t. I just settled in and proceeded to learn the words.
After Tuesday night I had about 40 of the 51 words down pat. Not bad, especially since I swear my memory isn’t the best most times. So hubby and I went over them again Wednesday night and at lunch yesterday. When I got to class last night, like usual I had about an hour and 10 minutes to kill before class started so I pulled into a parking space, kicked my shoes off, took my jacket off, placed my feet in the passenger seat and started going over the words again.
I made it through them once when he called so I went through them with him on the phone. Then I went into class. Like usual on test nights, we take notes first, get about 5-10 minutes to look over test material and then she gives us the test. We’re free to leave after that.
I kind of get nervous taking test anyway but mainly because I don’t want to be the last person out of the classroom. Before I got off the phone earlier in the evening he told me, “I don’t care if you are the last person who leaves and you make her stay later, get them right. Calm down. You know them.”
So I start taking the test and they are coming to me left and right. Whew this is going to be an easy test! I get to the last 2 (not the last two on the test, just the two unanswered to this point) and I cannot for the life of me think of either one of them. I finally get the one, however I realized after I left I forgot the silly -o at the end. Can I buy a vowel please :).
The one last word was ‘Patho’. I sat there and sat there and sat there. I knew it would eventually come to me. It had to… right? Nothing
So I underlined the word. I underlined it so much that if you went to erase it, you’d always have a trace of that line. Dang… what is that silly word it means in English. So then I wrote = the study of ______________ and sat there longer. Then I started underlining those words. I knew it had to come to me… but still, nothing. So above study of I wrote knowledge of. Yup, you guessed it, still nothing. oh come on……
So I started staring at my hands. front, back, together, apart then I moved to my arms. I raised them over my head, stretched them out in front of me, pulled them back. Nothing. Come on… seriously, it is something that has to do with the study or knowledge of the human body.
So then I slid myself away from the desk and stared at my feet. Nothing
I stretched my feet out and went up my leg, come on. Then I got to my stomach… no word for that this time… my kidney, no that’s nephr… um… lung, no that’s pulmo. Come on Nicole… what in the heck is Patho and it finally came to me… Patho is disease! Hell yeah. I wrote the word down, jumped up and almost slammed my test on the teachers desk. Woops but I was a little excitable I think at that point.
I made the comment that I really thought that last one would kill me. She was like, yeah I saw you examining yourself. I was like, well I figured eventually it would come to me because I knew it had to do something with the body, I just couldn’t quite remember what. She looked at it and said, “well, you got that one right.”
Booya! 🙂
See, sometimes people are funny, I’m just prime example of that 🙂
Happy Friday. This weekend I get to study for my Chapter 5 A&P test plus take a Chapter 6 Take home test for Nutrition. How cool am I?
It’s still hard to believe that 10 years ago May I/we graduated from high school! Seriously? And as I told you the other day, one of the guys, really hasn’t grown up… but after a couple people called him out on our facebook page, well then his tune changed a bit. He tried to talk nicely and joke around with people. I still think a lot ignored/avoided him though. He didn’t change his mind and show up to the reunion though, which I think might have been a good thing… I don’t know and I guess we’ll never know, but either way our reunion came and went.
Pokey & Aerielle asked if we wanted to go up with them and we said sure. Earlier on Saturday I sent Earl (Aerielle) a message and asked her what time they were picking us up, this is how the text convo went….
Me: What time you guys gonna be by tonight? Earl: I’m thinking like 5:15ish Me: Ok 5:30 it is 😉 Me: j/k we’ll be ready Earl: Uh huh, we’ll prolly be waiting on PC! Me: Yeah it’ll take him at least 2 hrs to do his hair 😉 Earl: Then buff his nails……. Me: Mani/pedi 🙂 Earl: Then polish his shoes…… Me: Starch his jeans Earl: Then change shirts 10 times Me: Then storm outta the closet, “I’m not going, I’m fat!!!!” Earl: Hahahahahaha I was struggling with my next comment and you just put the icing on!!! Me: Then put on the sweat pants and catch up on some correspondence. Me: Finally 2 mins before it’s time to go, he’ll get ready.
Then hubs starts texting Earl and giving her fits while he’s getting on to me too for our story 😉
Earl: Hehehe I’m getting in trouble from him 🙁 Me: Me too 🙁 Earl: Let’s go to the corner 🙁 Me: Time out for us……
Like our story 🙂
I guess I must admit that not to long after that I felt like a failure, fat, any other thing you could possibly thing negative about yourself and decided I wasn’t going. Hubs told me he was dragging me there by my teeth if he had to, but I WAS going. And then while getting ready I stormed out of the closet with a big pouty face, said I had nothing to wear, I was fat, and I wasn’t going. He rolled his eyes at me and I cracked up laughing, although truth be told… I kind of wasn’t lying!!
The reunion was from 6-9pm. There was music, an open cash bar, dinner, and the best part…
25 of our graduates were hypnotized at Project graduation… I was one of them. I finally got to see all the crazy things we got conned into doing like the person next to us smelled good, in fact 2 of the people almost looked like they were making out… we were “naked”, the person next to us “stunk”, we got to dance, we lost our belly buttons… all kinds of crazy things. I always heard about it but never got to see the video until Saturday night.
The 25 of us who were actually hypnotized kept getting asked if we were embarrassed by the video and things we did. We all just laughed and said, no not really. It was hilarious!
Unfortunately they didn’t hire a photographer (maybe not needed, but would have been kind of cool) and I didn’t take my camera, but one of the girls toward the end of the evening grabbed her camera and went around taking pictures of this event. I stole the accompanying photos off her facebook site 🙂
Ashley, Aerielle, Crystal, Me (I look like a friggin giant), Hubs
Trevor
Marty, Hubs & Earl
Taria, Keith, Michelle, Shawn – These 2 used to be my bestestest friends from 5th grade through high school, around Junior year we parted ways though. They went on to marry brothers.
Jordan & his girlfriend
Mandy, Ashley, Jared, Jake
Jordan (yes he’s in a kilt, there’s one in every crowd), Kirby
Cherie & her husband
Adam
April, Ashley, Kristian & Marty
Here we’re all watching the hypnotist.
Heather’s boyfriend, Heather, Ashley, Allison & John
