So, I just thought I would share, for my very first post in quite a few months, that I lOVE fall break. It is the most beautiful thing in the world to have time to myself to not worry about classes and 50 bajillion things going on, oh I'm just loving it. I worked at the Y this morning...I just don't understand how some kids can turn out so PSYCHO. And now I'm just sittin here, maybe read, maybe go home for a little while, you know, take a shower, it's just a great day.

And by the way, this week has been amazing. Like, how is it possible for one week to be soo amazing? It just keeps getting better and better.

Yay.
:)

I read the following excerpt and I almost died laughing. Okay not really but I chuckled and pondered for a good minute. I am reading the past two sentences and realize that I should perhaps spit on myself. Poor grammar really bothers me. And here I am committing the very crime I accuse others of (sometimes, very spitefully...). Anyway, I love the book Eats, Shoots and Leaves. Read on.

"Part of one's despair, of course, is that the world cares nothing for the little shocks endured by the sensitive stickler. While we look in horror at a badly punctuated sign, the world carries on around us, blind to our plight. We are like the boy in The Sixth Sense who can see dead people, except that we can see dead punctuation. Whisper it in petrified little-boy tones: dead punctuation is invisible to everyone else - yet we see it ALL THE TIME. No one understands us seventh-sense people. They regard us as freaks. When we point out illiterate mistakes we are often aggressively instructed to "get a life" by people who, interestingly, display no evidence of having lives themselves. Naturally we become timid about making our insights known, in such inhospitable conditions. Being burned as a witch is not safely enough off the agenda...

It's tough being a stickler for punctuation these days. One almost dare not get up in the mornings."

Bless you if you took the time to read that. Hahaha, I just thought it was really funny and desperately needed to be shared.

So I've been spending my days explaining to 5 year olds the difference between "skunks" and "skanks" (not graphically, I assure you) and endeavoring to discover the healthy medium between patience and discipline. True blue for life. I've become a pro at putting ice in latex gloves (all in under 5.5 seconds!). I've smelt smells that should not be endured by the human nasal passage, all for the low price of helping children put on their shoes. It's a lot of fun, and there's certainly no replacement for the light in their eyes as they give you the biggest side hug you could ever ask for (making sure to leave room for Jesus between you). Ask me about Chiquita Bananas. Or Peanut-butter-Reese-cups. It'll make you feel better. Guaranteed. And I think the 40 building blocks of faith I teach them in assets every day are helping me, too.

So wow. Long post. A lot's been going on lately and I've slacked off on pleo in exchange. Sometimes it just feels good to write.

Adios!
Katie

Waking up every morning at 5:45.
Thought I loved 5 and 6 year olds. Most are great. But recently I have learned that some are not.
Not believing my eyes that I have summer schoolwork.
Not wanting to do anything educational for at least another...I don't know, few months.
Loving bookstores and books, but not so much what's in them as the books themselves. Hmmm.
But really excited for school.
Excited it's summer.
Glad to have every other Wednesday off.
Glad that there are beaches on this earth.
And grandparents.
And ice cream.
And nice people.

I'm thinking that's about it.
♥

High school is over. I am now roughly a woman. I have to say, this is sad stuff...this whole moving on thing. Oh yeah...I remember now...I fear change haha. Ok but no for real. I'm happy it's over and all...but I am so so sad! I didn't think I could be so sad. But I'm still happy. It's very simple, you follow? I'm sad but happy. And that's all there is to it. :)

When I pulled out of the senior parking lot for the final time this year, I saw a bunch of my peeps running around spraying silly string etc. and it brought tears to my eyes. MY friend Joe was waving our senior flag that said "08 WE TAKIN OVA" on it. Thinking symbolically of the white flag, whioh I will not bore you with at this present time, I reached up and realized I was kind of crying. But it was so happy...but sad. I'm so happy to not be stressing over papers and spanish and all this other crazy stuff...but I will dearly miss the people I was such good friends with at school (but not outside of). Hmmm.

This is a very very busy week. I'm not really doing anything tomorrow, but over the next few days we have grandparents house, final bow, wedding [:D!!!!!], band banquet...so I guess high school isn't completely over yet, but I mean, the school part is. I hope graduation is okay for me...I'll probably be bawling my eyes out haha. Oh well!
LOve katie

I have lots of papers to write in a very small amount of time. My ipod and digital camera were stolen today. I feel different about a boy than I thought I did. And...my old pleonast posts are gone. :(

How's it going for everyone else!