My Love/Hate Relationship with Proof-Reading

Once I do it, I love it, I like thinking of new ways of writing something or finding my mistakes and knowing that I made my paper better with my fantastic corrections, additions, or deletions. I even like finding my mistakes, I feel smarter because I was able to find a mistake. But the problem is that it is so hard for me to start proof-reading. I always procrastinate doing it, and my theory is because I don't want to address the mistakes that I made, because, well, I would like to be perfect every time the first time around. I don't like the wake-up call that I get when proof-reading. I am forced to accept, yet again, that I am not as grand as I like to think. Sometimes I like to turn papers in without proof-reading because then I don't have to be brought down to a lower level on the "Rachel-is-really-awesome-building" that I tend to reside in, even if my paper makes me sound like a bigger idiot than I am because I didn't catch mistakes.

Bednar and Boys Bathroom

Elder Bednar came to town and had a fireside. Me and these buds of mine went to it. It was awesome. He is so funny. Did anyone know this beforehand? because I certainly didn't. Also, before the fireside started, I went to the bathroom and definitely started to walk into the boys bathroom. It was awesome.

Sometimes I like to be Creepy with a capitol C,

Mostly when Tiff Tiff and Brenda bribe me with wonderful gifts.

 The bribes: 
Pumpkin chocolate chip muffins homemade by Tiffy, and 
1 shirt exclusively from Brenda (If you know Brenda, you know that she makes really cool shirts).

And all I had to do was one tiny, measly, little thing.
All I had to do was change my relationship status on FB to being in a relationship with a certain boy... he doesn't even have to accept my request for him to be my relationship buddy or anything (I think he denied the "being my FB boyfriend" at present though, sad).
I agreed to this deal in a heartbeat. It's probably the best deal I have ever made in all of my existence.
Now I will be slightly fatter with those muffins in my belly and a fabulous new shirt that I can stretch out with my newly-formed belly.

Big Fat Zero.

Lately I have been having these dreams where I have multiple boys chasing me (usually just two, but occasionally that number grows)... I think it's because my subconscious is trying to make up for reality. In reality the boys chasing me is a big fat zero. Like this: 0. Apparently my mind needs to boost itself up from this dismal and sad number that is in fact zero, and so my little mind makes fictional and nonfictional boys be in love with me. Apparently I have a problem and I just shared it with the world. Please don't mock me for what my subconscious does to me when I am sleeping.

Missionary Girlfriends. BEST. THING. EVER.

Lately I have taken to this group on Facebook. Seriously it is the best thing ever. If ever you are in need of a good laugh and to feel really good about yourself, I suggest joining this group on Facebook. It is called Waiting for a Missionary. These girls have taken fake pregnant pictures of themselves and sent them to their missionaries, love to wallow in their grief of their gone missionary boys, and like to plan their weddings. Oh and my personal favorite, throw hissy fits about their boy's fam. Or discuss what they should do because they have two missionary boys. BEST THING EVER! Whenever I get on that page, I feel so good at my seemingly normal and not-crazy-self. Plus these girls are really good to laugh at. So if ever you are having a downer or just need a good laugh, I recommend this page to you. Or maybe you might be one of these crazies and want to join for realsies. You have been warned. You will be laughed and mocked shamelessly (at least by me). A word of advice though, this is a private group and you have to wait for the girls that are in charge of it to accept your request to join (if you so choose to accept this mission of mockery and laughter), it took forever for them to add me, and those few days were pure torture. My laughter levels -- and therefore my health -- have increased significantly since I was able to join this group.

Poetry will be the death of me.

Poetry is dumb
It makes me inside go numb.
There are no rules,
So it can be written by all you fools.

You can do whatever the crap you want
The stupid words at night will haunt.
And people will think that you are clever,
But really it makes me want my head to sever.

Like Yoda poets talk
And Yoda we should not mock,
Nobody thinks like how poetry is written,
And you don't need to write a poem to show that you are smitten.

Unless the poem is clever or funny,
It should not be written, except perhaps for money.
Perhaps I lack Culture,
But poetry makes me want to be devoured by a vulture.

These are my thoughts on poetry,
And while I am sure you would pay to here my opinion,
My thoughts are here written, free.
If you want you can even become my minion.

School is now in session

Since it has been almost a whole month since I last blogged, I have decided that the time has come for a brand-spanking-new post. This past month has been super eventful and busy and I love it. Plus I started college again. Oh how I have missed school! Crazy I know, but when you go a semester and summer without it, you begin to miss it. Maybe that is only me though. That time definitely helped me to figure out what the heck I wanna do with my life. And now I can work towards that goal. So exciting, I know.

Work started too. I have missed those little kiddies ever so much and I love that I get to work with them yet again, I have the funniest conversations in my daily life now. Nobody has as good conversations as elementary children. 

One of my fourth graders has decided that he loves Oprah. He loves Oprah. Isn't that the most awesome thing you ever heard? His teacher has decided that she loves this little boy as well, and is having him write a friendly letter to Oprah. I asked him about it one day, wondering what sorts of things he would write to his role model, aka Oprah, and because I think that it is so funny that he loves Oprah so much. He said, "I will tell her all about how she changed my life because she taught me to be a good boy and to take responsibility and how to make choices, and then I would tell her my age and she would be amazed." (I kinda made up that quote, he said something similar to that, except the part where Oprah would be amazed was a direct quote from the mouth of little 4th grader boy). He is seriously one of my favorite people to talk too, but it is soooo hard to hold back little chuckles when he talks to you.

Oh, I love my job. It is tiring and sometimes difficult, but the really hilarious kids make it all worth it.