basal temp: 36.35
Morning:
- woke up an hour early and had icky nightmares :/
- got ready quickly, was to the bus stop early
- the bus was FAST today (and almost on time! - only one min late) and I made it on time for the morning meeting
- blocked out and worked on making worksheets
Notes: I had a very busy morning and worked really hard. When I walked in on time for the meeting (bell rang as I was walking to my desk) - it hasn't happened in so long that the VP said into the mic that I was there too. LOL He goes, "Oh! Anikku-san mo!" (Oh! Miss Ann too!)
Afternoon:
- the work continued
- took a break to cry (having a bad day) and I swear EVERY female teacher suddenly had to use the locker room grrrr!
- worked some more while most of the teachers left :/
Notes: SO humiliating. I leave the staff room to cry ALONE and seriously six female teachers were in and out during that time. And Japanese people have this thing where they can't read the air, and EVERY SINGLE ONE OF THEM talked to me. I didn't want to talk. I just wanted to be left alone. So here I am trying to cry and move on with my day and I have to reassure them all that I'm ok. LEAVE ME ALONE!
Evening:
- got home, made dinner
- tried to chill, read a little
- made my t-shirts into v necks (as it's more flattering for my figure)
- printed my stuff for tomorrow
- talked to Jerod
Notes: Today turned out ok. I'm glad I got so much done! Oh and I finally got my schedule - it's messed up. :/ Monday and Tuesday I have nothing because of exams and then Wednesday I have FOUR classes (not my usual) and Thursday (which is longer schedule) I have FIVE classes. :< The thought is currently stressing me out. A LOT. HOWEVER, I am ready for those lessons (well mostly), so there's that. :/ Wish me luck for next Wednesday and Thursday, sheesh. XOXO, Ann
blast from the past: Quick story - one day I was at the library getting books. I was 12 or 13 years old. I had 22 books stacked in my arms, all the way up to my chin. I teetered my way to the circulation desk, set the books down carefully and asked the librarian, worried, "How many books can I check out?" "As many as you can carry." She smiled. "I bet I could carry more!" (I was serious.) She laughed and I left with 27 books that day. (Later on I found out that 99 is as many books as you can check out from the Orem library. Do I love reading? Ya... maybe. ;D)
I believe this poster is about pooping.. ya looks a LOT like it.... |
An example of my "new" v-neck shirts (this one was the hardest to cut and it a bit crooked, lol - BUT it shows off my collar bones :) ) |
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