I definitely don't think I've quite figured out being friends with colleagues. Most interactions at school are based on half complaining and half talking about how soon the weekend will come: it's hard work to figure out when people are being sincere and when they're being flippant. I never know if I should agree! For example, one teacher came up to tell me his students (a few chatty boys) had tried to return something to me but couldn't find me. I apologized for not being in my room but he said he just wanted me to know that they were being responsponsible. It sounded like a jibe at them and I instinctually laughed. He gave me a look like, "huh?" Oops. I think all my students are wonderful and I definitely don't want to become one of those nasty teachers...I just thought he was pointing out something ironic! Oh well. It's always entertaining. Tonight a parent who only speaks Spanish called me at home (which I recommended that they do). Well, oops again, I couldn't figure out what she was talking about. I'll sort it out tomorrow. And I've decided that I'm going to Mexico this summer. My goal is bilinguality:)

Today I went to see "Flightplan." It was sufficiently creepy, but definitely not as good as the original. It's an updated remake of one of my favorite movies, "The Lady Vanishes," directed by Alfred Hitchcock. It was made in the 1930's, but it's still so good. I miss thrillers that also have comedy...that's my favorite! :)

Through careful analysis (well, more like daily phonecalls), and a little research, my mom and I discovered that my family probably has a genetic mental processing disorder that makes remembering and producing spontaneous speech difficult. When I was the SALT notetaker, I could take pages of notes without realizing what had been said. And I always feel a little panicked when someone approaches me for an unknown reason, with an unknown topic of discourse. It always feels like I preparing multiple answers for any scenario that could occur without really wanting to be that prepared. It's also why huge social gatherings are like work for me- it's all mental multitasking:) And it's exhausting. I was starting to feel like a...I don't know what, but now that I know that it's actually inherited, I have something to fight against. I may need to become a slow-responder, or an um-could-you-repeat-that-er, or just clueless.

Anyway:) I love my job. I really really do. All that stuff I thought about teaching not being mentally challenging enough: so wrong. I am consistently on my toes- especially since I teach in four different rooms and 8 separate classes. How do you teach a child English in 30 minutes a day, you may ask? I hope I figure it out. There are a million things to do behind the scenes too. I am part of at least 5 groups that meet at least twice a month, and countless others that meet less frequently. We are constantly bombarded with statements like "you should be spending at least x minutes on this type of reading instruction" or "there should never be children off task" or "we need to improve comprehension across the grade...let's make an action plan!" So it's a guessing game as to how much and to what extent I should incorporate any of the methodologies and as to when I should just wing it. One of my students got in big trouble today, too. I really hope to be an caring adult in the lives of my students, as well- goodness knows, some of them need one.

The best part of my job...the kids are so loyal! When I came back on Tuesday after a mini-conference, I got hugs and "we missed you"s. It's so nice of them. I wonder if it's just because I gave them candy :) Hmm.

Anyway, this morning I found myself obsessing about the school closing list on TV (we had a big storm last night, apparently). Unfortunately, I chose to work south of the city, so I'm going to work;) I have the rest of the week planned out, though, so I won't need to do my usual 4+ post school hours of work tonight, which is lucky because I have a new-teacher seminar until 6pm.

Last night, I did something so rebellious: I went out on a school night! (OMG, my life is THAT boring). I took myself to the mall and shopped for professional skimpy clothes. Is that an oxymoron? Well I don't care because my room gets up to about 80 by lunchtime. So I'm sporting the teacher-beach-wear look today. I hope I don't get fired:) Oh, the movie I saw after I shopped was "Just like Heaven." I recommend it. If just for Mark Ruffulo.

Sure Happy It's Thursday (make that an acronym- it's what my mom says every Thursday!)

Somehow it hasn't hit me yet, the reality of having a professional job...I feel like I snuck back into elementary school and I'm masquerading as a teacher. I'm pretending to have all of this authority; I say "stop running in the halls" and the students listen! But when the kids are talking about how much they like recess, I want to say "yeah, I know, I hated math too," but obviously I can't say that thing anymore;) (I'm not even sure I should think it). What I'm most scared of in this career, more than accountability, is becoming a cynical and completely cut-off-from-the-real-world teacher. When I start wearing holiday sweaters and going to Champps after school for a spritzer, it's definitely time to splash my face with cold water. I want this job to be challenging- I need that to have the motivation to stick with something (I get bored easily). Right now, there are so many ways for me to make it more intense. There are limitless ways for me to be a better teacher, so I spend a lot of my time organizing and trying to decide what aspect I should focus my energy on in that moment. For example, my schedule is kind of overwhelming, just in terms of logistics: I have four different rooms that I teach in, but I only teach two grade levels. So materials always have to be moved around between classes (and I determine my own "passing time"). I also have to pick the kids up and drop them off for each class. I need to organize my materials for each class and put it somewhere accessible and I always need to have a stack of post-its for when a teacher corners me between classes in the hall and asks me to help them out or plan something different. I'm going to a conference on Monday and I feel horrible for my poor substitute! Oh well.

I love it so much right now, though. The kids are enthusiastic and I'm getting to know they're backgrounds. I spent ALL afternoon and evening calling parents today to introduce myself and give them an update on the first week. And since all of my students are English language learners, I had s0 much fun with my Spanish schpiel. Since I'm not quite proficient enough to come up with spontaneous speech that is simultaneously comprehensible and somewhat professional, I made a kind of choose your own adventure contingency plan. For every answer that a parent made, I would be directed on my prewritten message for the next part to read;) How dumb is that? But it pretty much worked. I even got to talk to one of my students on the phone. Do you remember how exciting it was when a teacher called your parents to say that you were doing a good job in school? Well, since I was always a nerd, I have many fond memories of that. I just can't believe I'm making those calls. If I had time, I would just sit and think about how strange it all is:)

Somehow it hasn't hit me yet, the reality of having a professional job...I feel like I snuck back into elementary school and I'm masquerading as a teacher. I'm pretending to have all of this authority; I say "stop running in the halls" and the students listen! But when the kids are talking about how much they like recess, I want to say "yeah, I know, I hated math too," but obviously I can't say that thing anymore;) (I'm not even sure I should think it). What I'm most scared of in this career, more than accountability, is becoming a cynical and completely cut-off-from-the-real-world teacher. When I start wearing holiday sweaters and going to Champps after school for a spritzer, it's definitely time to splash my face with cold water. I want this job to be challenging- I need that to have the motivation to stick with something (I get bored easily). Right now, there are so many ways for me to make it more intense. There are limitless ways for me to be a better teacher, so I spend a lot of my time organizing and trying to decide what aspect I should focus my energy on in that moment. For example, my schedule is kind of overwhelming, just in terms of logistics: I have four different rooms that I teach in, but I only teach two grade levels. So materials always have to be moved around between classes (and I determine my own "passing time"). I also have to pick the kids up and drop them off for each class. I need to organize my materials for each class and put it somewhere accessible and I always need to have a stack of post-its for when a teacher corners me between classes in the hall and asks me to help them out or plan something different. I'm going to a conference on Monday and I feel horrible for my poor substitute! Oh well.

I love it so much right now, though. The kids are enthusiastic and I'm getting to know they're backgrounds. I spent ALL afternoon and evening calling parents today to introduce myself and give them an update on the first week. And since all of my students are English language learners, I had s0 much fun with my Spanish schpiel. Since I'm not quite proficient enough to come up with spontaneous speech that is simultaneously comprehensible and somewhat professional, I made a kind of choose your own adventure contingency plan. For every answer that a parent made, I would be directed on my prewritten message to the next part to read;) How dumb is that? But it pretty much worked. I even got to talk to one of my students on the phone. Do you remember how exciting it was when a teacher called your parents to say that you were doing a good job in school? Well, since I was always a nerd, I have many fond memories of that. I just can't believe I'm making those calls. If I had time, I would just sit and think about how strange it all is:)

Hmm...I have this friend, who is coincidentally also an ESL teacher, and she has this problem:
Her school is having a fundraising effort in which a company has been contracted to provide selling materials to students. They are encouraged to try to sell as many products from the catalog as possible, such as candy, jewelry, and other quality items. This money goes to school field trips and other incidentals. Anyway, what bothers my friend is that the students are rewarded in interesting ways for their "sales." First, if they sell more than 10 items, they are V.I.P.s at the school carnival. That means they get in free and can do all the activities for free. Additionally, for each sale a student makes, his or her name is entered in a drawing to spend 30 seconds in a money chamber: the money blows around and they can keep all of it that they can get their hands on. What behavior or moral values does this kind of activity promote?;) Something tells me it's not intrinsic pride in one's school.

Sorry if all I write about is school these days! My life is only school on the weekdays. And that's fine with me for now. I miss my cat a little bit. I'm going to walk to Borders and buy a Spanish dictionary; I can't find any of mine! Because tomorrow I'm calling the homes of all of my students to give the first week update. I really hope I don't say anything stupid by mistake:)

I love my job so much. It's pretty crazy, but it's a lot easier than college ever was, so I feel prepared. Today I left for school at 7:20am and got home at 8pm. And I'm not really that tired. I taught 6 classes and observed in two others, then I introduced myself to all the parents at a special parents' night. Then I stayed and prepared my lessons for tomorrow. Teaching ESL is so much walking! I have to pick up my students from their classrooms and walk them back to my room for each class. One of my classes has 9 eight year old, 8 of whom are boys...omg! That's going to get interesting. And I only have each class for 25 minutes.

I am so lucky to have my job. My friends are in a district that has failing test scores and they spent all last week filling out paperwork to send to the state. I'm sure all that work will make no difference in the scores of the students; THIS is exactly why No Child Left Behind is a bureaucratic answer to a multi-faceted, human problem. I am honestly starting to believe that "throwing money at schools" does solve problems- even though it's exactly what conservatives dislike about public education programs in the past. A school's appearance lends so much to the pride of the teachers and the students and their ability to focus on learning, instead of other worries. I've been a little worried that my teaching space keeps getting moved around, but I'm so lucky to have my own desk and computer! ESL in general, gets the rejects of grade-level classrooms. My goal is to make sure that the students feel special that they know more than one language; I never want them to feel like second-class students because they come to my room. Which leads back to the idea that well-funded schools can provide a beautiful atmosphere. It also makes daily classroom needs easier. Unrestricted printing and photocopying is so convenient! Maybe that's the reason why everyone in my school is so nice. We even have a technology specialist who made me a list of keyboard commands to make Spanish symbols:) ¡¿ñíéú I love it!

I think that teachers in underfunded classrooms should receive everyone's support. The way that NCLB is set up, they have everything working against them. The saving grace of this profession is the kids. They are so much fun! I have one student from an African country who speaks English with a British accent. And I have a class of students who speak Spanish and no English at all. It will be great! I'm going to teach them all the basics (i.e. "Where is the bathroom?":))

The best thing I ever did was make the beginning of my job extra hectic. Yes, just getting hired the day I started work was chaotic enough, but I also moved into a new apartment. I think I work better under pressure, and it gives me less time to overanalysis. I stop sweating the small stuff (like that my cat was given away while I was at work- I really don't have time to dwell on it). Anyway, I'm surprised at how confident and at-ease I feel about this. Somehow, my emotions are in check and all I feel is gratitude and enthusiasm. Who am I? Not the girl who went to school in St. Louis and stressed about everything. No sir. I hope that life stays this way for a while. It's so comforting. And I'm going to pray that my friends' jobs improve.

My "Teacher's Hot-Pick of the Week:"



























A dry-erase/magnet board!
That's hot ;)

#5 million, things I wish I had known:
Online banking and even the bank itself never have up-to-date information about bank account balances. It's always a day behind, apparently. I did not know that and I lost $200 in overdraft charges. Don't let it happen to you:)

Being a teacher is not exactly what I thought it would be. First, the most important characteristic of any teacher is organization. I can't emphasize that enough: do not go into teaching if you aren't willing to put in hours and hours just organizing random information!!! For example, I went through so many hard-copy versions of my teaching schedule today that I started dating the editions with the time I printed them as well, so I could keep the different drafts in order. Honestly- there is soooo much to organize. Second, I have 8 classes to plan for each day. Yikes! Is it really affective to teach a child English in 25 minutes a day? And I'm co-teaching with two mainstream teachers during two of those periods, neither of who has any plan or suggestions for what I can do to assist.

I've made a decision not to complain with colleagues. It's debilitating and griping tends to grow and build more problems. I wish more teachers would address problems on their own and adjust their own teaching before laying blame. Teachers have a bad image as complainers who aren't willing to work very hard (we even get our summers off). It's not true, for the most part. Maybe my job involves a little bit more organization than other -since I work with 6 teachers and about 40 students every day- but I see everyone putting forth so much effort.

Oh, another thing I wasn't expecting is so many meetings that are not completely productive. I have one hour meetings outside of school hours at least twice a week. Fourth, I am constantly surprised about how much teachers fight to be paid for every additional hour. Like being paid to attend evening school events. Honestly! Aren't there some aspects of this job that are just assumed? Like we should care about our students and want to help them any way we can (to a normal extent)? I've been at school until 5pm every day this week. It's a long day, since I have to leave home at 7:20am. But I got my first paycheck yesterday! Of course, my bank's outrageous overdraft charges that make me want to hit them with pies took some of it. I'm going to start saving for my summer starting with my next paycheck:) My plan is to teach at an English summer camp in Spain and visit my parents in Austria when they're there and my Dad in Oxford during his conference. Maybe I can ask my district to pay me for the Spanish I will learn in Spain?;)

The whirlwind that is my life!
Wednesday: I got a job in an elementary school nearby. It's is one of the best school districts in Minnesota and everyone at my school is really nice. They even had an enormous hoopla (there's no other word to describe it) to welcome all the teachers back for the new school year- there was a marching band, with flags and batons twirlers, in the auditorium! I found out my salary, too :) I'm so excited to finally have money that I won't eventually have to pay back! The first day of school is this Thursday, but we do testing for placement for the first week and a half. So it's pretty much learning how to give tests, setting up my desk, and meeting the students. I'm really not that nervous, yet. I know it's going to be a lot of work, but I've decided to stay until 7pm Mon-Thursday for a while, until I feel completely prepared. It will be just like the good old days, back at the WU!! Minus all of the coffee costs.

In other huge news, I signed a lease for a new apartment yesterday. It's three blocks away from where I live now, but $295 less per month...I'm planning a "sweet" trip for next summer with all the money I'm saving! However, this weekend and the following week are going to be a blur of moving and new job stuff. I've got a scary record of pulling everything together at the last minute: I don't necessarily want to press my luck any more! Oh, the apartment is cute, too. It's a one-bedroom, but everything is new and I get to stay in my urban-chic:) neighborhood.

I went to the best party last night! I have a new group of friends who are very into music and the U of M radio station. In other words, they're quite indie-yuppie, um, gen z-ish? I really don't know, but they're really funny. They watch the O.C. for the "music." Like I haven't heard that one before!

Have a good labor-day week!

Yay! I got a job!! :)

Right now I'm lying in bed wide awake at 2:19am. I'm so nervous about my first day tomorrow (actually today). I'm afraid they'll take one look at me and say "Oh my gosh. You look like you're 16 and obviously are WAY too immature to be a real teacher. Take your scented markers with you on your way out." I just can't believe I got an actual teaching job after all that hard work this summer. I wish I had a second to relax and enjoy it! Humbug to starting work the day after you're hired.

I've also realized that I have extreme-relationship-overanalyzation syndrome. I had a crush and just recently realized that he doesn't really like me as much as he seems to always need people around. Why oh why do I work myself up about everything? I went to a Twin's game tonight instead of mentally prepping myself, which I now think I should have done instead.

I feel like God was watching over me in this job searching nightmere. Somehow I kept hoping that I would eventually find a position and now I have one that is perfect, safe, well-paid. I hope I can meet the needs of my students and fufill my duties in the school, to take advantage of this amazing opportunity.

Quick cute story: my cousin Weezie (5 years old) asked today what she should call me now that I'm a teacher. I had to pause and look away so I wouldn't laugh, before telling her that she can still call me Nicole.

Hope, revisited
I'm crossing my fingers again. Today I applied for two new "actual" jobs, teaching ESL in elementary schools. If I get either of the jobs this week, I will move into an apartment when my parents arrive on the 30th. If I don't, I will be a substitute and live with my Aunts and cousins. I really want a job! As much as I love them, it's craziness to live with two-year-old twins. I worked my butt off to impress one school this morning; applying for jobs is a full time job. In any case, the next two weeks will be insane...especially with my mom and dad here!

I went to see Skeletons & the Girl-faced Boys last night. They are like an electronika jam-band, I think. That's all I have to say about that.

My favorite show this summer is Rock Star: InXS. Mostly because I was in love with InXS in high school and saw them live three months before Michael Hutchence died. I was so sad when that happened. Anyway, the show is so good- I can't believe anyone could like American Idol better because every singer is amazing! My favorite is J.D. ;)

This week has been like a roller-coaster!
On Friday, I was so excited: I had met with a principal on Thursday, he was enthusiastic to meet with me again, and he told me that he would be hiring in the next few days! I spent all morning filling out my final licensure application materials at the Ed. Dept. office, then turned it in at the Department of Education, then turned in my St. Paul applications. Each hour I called the principal, but he was never in his office. I finally got in touch with him at 4pm and he told me that he had to hire someone with experience.


That meant that "the plan" started. Since I couldn't find a job, after a summer of applications, interviews, and continuous phone calls, I will be moving in with my aunts and substituting so that I can pay back my loans. I need to pack up everything and put most of my books and furniture in storage. Sigh.


So Friday night I was on the verge of a nervous breakdown because I was so mad about my lack of job, prospects, apartment, and impending subbing. But I went to see a movie with my aunt and grandparents. On the way, I saw a guy I was supposed to be set up with on a date. After the movie, when we got back to my car, the keys were on my seat. Honestly! It was a bad luck marathon! When we got back to my Aunts' house, the dog had escaped from the backyard, so we had to run around the neighborhood yelling.

After all of that, I couldn't stop laughing- there was nothing else left to do:) I know that everything will get better soon!

i am not a happy camper.

These days I alternate between two states of mind:

1. Scared and stressed out because I don't have a job, a place to live, I haven't finished packing, and I don't know where I'm going in September.
2. Excited and a little bit euphoric with the feeling of not making a decision and being sort of free for a short period of time, not tied down in any way and with many possibilities in front of me. I've rarely ever had that feeling.

So depending on when I talk to you, I could be either a worried nutcase or a laidpack, carefree girl. Be forewarned.

I never put my full-name or photo on the internet, but here are pictures of people with the same exact name who are not me:


A dog-groomer


An Author of Online Children's Stories


An Occupational Therapist


A Wyoming Reporter (in an old time photo?)


And a Remax Agent in South Africa.

Those are just the ones who are on the internet! This all explains why a debt recovery agency left an urgent and terrifying message on my answering machine which was for a different me. There seem to be a lot of us.

When I was doing my tutorial on Charles Dickens at Oxford, I finally realized that the reason that I liked his novels- and eventually got sick of them- is that they present an idealistic and unrealistic view of professional success. Every single protagonist is good-natured and kind, and for those reasons alone they are rewarded with love and money. They never have to struggle! Until I saw that commonality in his books, I never thought the good fortune of the main characters to be out of place. Why shouldn't Pip receive an anonymous inheritance? And obviously Tiny Tim deserves the turkey and new grandfather-figure. I honestly believed in the karma of kindness.

Well I'm not completely cynical (yet), but I'm beginning to understand that my life is not going to be such smooth sailing as I once anticipated. I'm currently sitting in my apartment waiting for the mail to come because it will hopefully contain a check from my parents which can cover the overdraft charges on my bank account. If I'm lucky, it will also cover my licensure fees ($87) which I need to pay to get my teaching license. Which, in turn, I need to get any sort of teaching job. However, getting a job is unlikely (it seems) because I have no experience. I have met with numerous principals and administrators and so far only one person was impressed by "B.A. from Washington University." I told my dad yesterday "Thank you so much for the $150,000, but it turns out that it really doesn't make a difference." Haha...he thought that was really funny;)

So I'm waiting. I need to move out by August 31st, but currently have no other place to live (and without a job, I can't really afford anything). So the plan is (feel free to pause and laugh at any time):
1. Get a job, this week (today or tomorrow) if possible.
2. Call all 1-bedroom apartments in area and visit. Choose 1.
3. Pack everything in my apartment (OMG).
4. Move somewhere.
5. Start teaching in September (after planning my curriculum, which shouldn't take long;)

No problem, right?:) Unfortunately, none of my prospective employers care that I went to Wash U, U of M, or that I try my best to be nice. I think that I'm drawn to this chaos though: does anyone remember my scramble to get into graduate school? I got my acceptance letter on the day I graduated from college, so there is hope that something good will happen at the last minute.

This game is fun: type in "your name is" in a google search, then choose your favorite 10 sentences.
1. Nicole looks VERY happy and MUCH better than PARIS HILTON.
2. Nicole is on the lookout for love.
3. Nicole is a psychic animal communicator who can help you understand and respond to your pet's telepathic communications.
4. While she plays flute in the EP Wind Ensemble, Nicole is also junior drum major for the marching band.
5. Nicole is Australia's greatest undiscovered and unsigned talent!
6. Nicole is transported from Khatmandu to Narayanghat (5 hour trip) after her 3 days of village training in Godawari.
7. But Nicole is out to prove that there's more to her than the perks that come with a seemingly charmed life -- by writing a novel!
8. Nicole is very social and responds to the facial expressions and voices of those who are significant to her.
9. Nicole is a seventeen-year-old wild child from a wealthy family who drinks, does drugs, skips school and doesn’t give a damn about what society wants from her.
10. Nicole, she's a real gem, she embodies classic movie stardom.

Alright, here's the 411:)

I have a job interview tomorrow morning. And I REALLY want this job. It's at a K-2 school, which is cute in itself, plus perfect for me. It's also part-time with full-time potential, which means I can get my feet wet before being completely overwhelmed. The drive is only 12 minutes (during rush hour) too...perfect. So I need to be composed, professional, and ESL perfection personified tomorrow. Please cross your fingers for me!

I went to see Broken Flowers today. It was good. In the same way that Lost in Translation was: quiet, contemplative, and pseudo-intellectually funny. While some parts were cute, it bothered me a little that it pushed the line in terms of "independent-chicness." The soundtrack was beautiful and somewhat randomly ethnic, there was pointless nudity, and the ending (sorry to spoil it a bit) was completely unresolved. But unresolved in the way that I had no idea what the characters were thinking or what would happen. It definitely didn't work as well as in Lost in Translation.

These past three weeks, I've suddenly joined a new group of friends, through one guy I met in a summer class. But the group is so saturated with in-jokes that I'm never going to permeate and actually become a member. Which makes all experiences with them kind of awkward. Also, I was invited to a surprise party for my friend's girlfriend when she doesn't even know me. What does that mean? Being friends with guys is completely confusing. Do guys with serious girlfriends have coffee with other girls? Do they call them every week? I can't understand the motives. It all boils down to the eternal question posed in When Harry Met Sally. Hmm...

THREE NAMES YOU GO BY:
1. Nicole
2. Nic
3. Cole (my baby cousins)
THREE SCREEN NAMES YOU HAVE HAD:
1. rosynic
2.
3.
THREE THINGS YOU LIKE ABOUT YOURSELF:
1. my hair- it's quite versatile :)
2. I made a promise to myself that whenever I see someone who needs help and I think "someone will help them eventually," I always make myself do it. It takes a lot of time (especially chasing dogs off highway on-ramps).
3. I can snap out of a bad mood really quickly.
THREE THINGS YOU DON'T LIKE ABOUT YOURSELF:
1. I'm way too shy for my own good. It stops so many things from happening in my life.
2. I'm such a ditz about travel directions, physics, chemistry, math, etc.
3. I'm too sensitive, when it comes to interpretting random comments and animals getting hurt (I walked out of March of the Penguins when the babies starting freezing).
THREE PARTS OF YOUR HERITAGE:
1. Polish
2. Ukranian
3. Western-European Mutt (my mom's side of the family)
THREE THINGS THAT SCARE YOU:
1. Bugs- every single one except ladybugs and fuzzy caterpillars.
2. When anyone I love travels long-distance by car.
3. Public speaking.
THREE OF YOUR EVERYDAY ESSENTIALS:
1. My huge purse
2. Internet
3. sugar-free redbull...it's so much easier than coffee (although I'm afraid I'm ingesting many more chemicals than I need)
THREE THINGS YOU ARE WEARING RIGHT NOW:
1. turquoise t-shirt
2. gray skirt
3. curlers :)
THREE OF YOUR FAVORITE BANDS (or artists) AT THE MOMENT:
1. Keane...and I have no idea why everyone doesn't love them!
2. Federico Aubele
3. Elvis Costello
THREE OF YOUR FAVORITE SONGS AT PRESENT:
1. Veronica by Elvis Costello. My dad used to play it when I was little and he brainwashed me! It reminds me of my childhood.
2. Contigo- Federico Aubele
3. Europe and the Pirate Twins- Thomas Dolby. Another song I was brainwashed to like.
THREE OF YOUR FAVORITE ACTORS AT THE MOMENT:
1. Clive Owen
2. Orlando Bloom
3. Daniel Bruhl (from Goodbye, Lenin!)
THREE OF YOUR FAVORITE ACTRESSES AT THE MOMENT:
1. Reece Witherspoon
2. I can't think of any more
3. ?
THREE NEW THINGS YOU WANT TO TRY IN THE NEXT 12 MONTHS:
1. Getting a job...that would be so nice;)
2. Learning Somali
3. Having a social life while having a job
THREE THINGS YOU WANT IN A RELATIONSHIP (love is a given):
1. trust
2. respect
3. communication
TWO TRUTHS AND A LIE
1. I might take my cat back because she's so obnoxious
2. My brother's getting married
3. I'm moving this month...I just don't know where to
THREE THINGS YOU JUST CAN'T DO:
1. Finish anything way ahead of schedule
2. Watch Fear Factor or Big Brother. There must be some mental activity for me to watch.
3. Fall for a guy who isn't a) in a very serious relationship or b) such a player that he can't settle down.
THREE OF YOUR FAVORITE HOBBIES:
1. Online news sites!
2. Reading
3. Running around the lakes...Minnesota is so beautiful this time of year! It almost makes me forget what a desolate tundra it is most of the time.
THREE THINGS YOU WANT TO DO REALLY BADLY RIGHT NOW:
1. Talk to someone. But he's away today.
2. Go see Charlie and the Chocolate Factory
3. Get a phone call telling me that I have a job offer!
THREE CAREERS YOU'RE CONSIDERING:
1. English as a Second Language teacher (I'm past consideration at this point)
2. Educational lobbyist (for the future)
3. Bohemian world traveler and novelist (when I win the lottery)
THREE PLACES YOU WANT TO GO ON VACATION:
1. Back to Barcelona. Te amo te amo
2. Japan
3. India.
THREE NAMES YOU LIKE FOR YOUR FUTURE KIDS: I actually have a mini-journal where I write these ideas down when they pop in my head- I want to be prepared:)
1. Lucienna
2. Christian or Henry
3. Magdalena
THREE THINGS YOU WANT TO DO BEFORE YOU DIE:
1. Have a family & children.
2. Be very happy with my professional career.
3. Pay my parents back for everything they've given me.