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Saturday, October 20, 2012
Liebster Award. And Random.
There comes a time when things aren’t what you expected.
There’s the time you skid across a tennis court without the stolen
sector nine
And your elbow
oozes and your knees are twice the size they were yesterday.
There’s the time you missed the shuttle, took the second one, sat
in the trunk, and was still late.
There’s the time you spend more time in the MC than your
apartment.
College life is
always interesting.
I feel like each semester is different lives. My first semester
here feels like a million years ago, yet it was a year ago.
365 days.
That’s nuts.
Crazy pants.
Holler.
I don’t usually enjoy covers. But this little one is amazing. Bon
Iver, I don’t think she did any harm to your beautiful songs.
Anywho. There’s a purpose to this.
Dear sweet Allie nominated me for a Liebster award.
(Oh. Shoot. You
shouldn’t have. I may have blushed a little)
Before I answer the questions and such, the rules:
A LIEBSTER is a German word meaning
dearest, sweetest, cutest. The award is given to up-and-coming bloggers with
less than 200 followers.
Rules:
- Each person must post 11 things about themselves.
- Each person must post 11 things about themselves.
- Answer the questions the nominator
asked, and create 11 questions for your nominees to answer.
- Choose 11 people and link them
in your post.
- Go to their page and tell
them.
- No tag-backs.
Eleven things about me:
1.
I recently stopped drinking milk, I switched to Silk and it’s phenomenal.
2.
I have an online shopping addiction.
3.
Nail polish on my fingernails makes me itchy.
4.
All the missionaries I’ve been writing? They are starting to come
back.
5.
I stopped calling Robin ‘Robin’. I call her mom, or momma, now.
It’s all about respect. Word to your mother.
6.
All I want to do these days is go to back Mexico.
7.
I flirted my way to free water last week.
8.
I hate silences. I need white noise.
9.
My top lip is bigger than my lower lip.
10.
I sleep on my stomach.
11.
Raw meat still scares me.
Allie’s questions:
1.
What
are you most afraid of?
a. I’m afraid of time. Not having
enough of it. I will never have this moment back. It’s a scary idea isn’t it?
2.
What
moment would you go back and re-live again and again if you could?
a. Hmm. I don’t think I’ve ever had
an infinite moment. I know there are
times in my life when I just close my eyes and everything is still and perfect.
But, they are all little fragments of time. There are times in my life that I want
a do over for. I wish I would have said goodbye. Stood on my toes in that
garage and let him kiss me. But, life isn’t about going backwards. It’s about
forward.
3.
What
is your biggest pet peeve?
a. When men wear stupid running shoes
when they are not running or doing any sort of physical activity!
4.
If
you could eat one food EVERY day ALL day long, what would it be?
a. Costco watermelon. It has to be
from Costco. Or twisty cones. From JCW’s.
They have to be from JCW’s. Or Costco.
5.
Which
TV show do you never get sick of?
a. Seinfeld. Too easy. I own five of
the eight seasons on DVD.
6.
Yes
or No - Do you like Honey Boo Boo Child?
a. Honey Boo Boo is so great. Yes,
yes, embarrassingly, yes. But watch Breaking Amish to cleanse yourself. “I
think Miss Georgia is really pretty and doesn’t fart”.
7.
When
was the last time that you laughed so hard that you started to cry?
a. Last week when my roommate peed
her pants while trying to drop it low.
8.
What
talent do you wish you had or were better at?
a. I wish I could play the cello.
9.
Which
popular song do your friends and family love, but that you can't stand?
a. That one Goyte song.
10. What is your dream vacation?
a. All over Europe. But, take me to
Mexico anytime.
11. What would your ultimate dream
Halloween costume be?
a.
I’m
not a dressing up kind of person, but I love to see others costumes. I love to
answer the door at home. My parents have to send me pictures of my primary
class since I’m at college again.
My questions:
1.
Favorite
song right now?
2.
Youtube
video that always makes you laugh?
3.
What
are three things you want to be remembered for?
4.
What
is your guilty pleasure when it comes to television?
5.
Best
beauty secret?
6.
How
do you feel about Harry Potter?
7.
What
is your go-to outfit?
8.
Admit
it, did you actually like reading the Twilight saga?
9.
Favorite
ice cream flavor, what mix-ins do you get?
10. What movie do you watch when you
are sad?
11. Is it okay to lie?
I’m supposed to ‘tag’ 11 people.
But, I tag YOU because if you
are here, you are awesome. I’d love to get to know you all better. Comment with
the link to your post. Do it. Now.
No joke.
Happy fall.
Thursday, October 11, 2012
boots, tears, and lying to fifth graders.
Everything was perfect.
I knew exactly what was going to happen, and it was all going to
go my way.
Tuesday didn’t have a chance.
Until I woke up.
I got dressed in the dark, as to not awaken Paige.
By the time I found something that matched, I was late for work. I
ran to the Taylor building, my legs getting frost bitten.
Then while I was in class, I got a text from my roommate, “Dear
Meg, I assume you are having a good day thus far. *Insert my apartment complex
name here* thought your little red car looked cold, so they put a boot on it.
Have a great day!”
I got up and left class.
Ran to my apartment building.
Woke Paige up with my hostile yelling.
I didn’t have $50
to get it off my car. None of my male friends would take it off, they said it
would cost more money if they did.
The man wouldn’t come take it off until 2:10. I had to be at the
middle school in exactly twenty minutes to teach about Jamestown.
I got a ride with Holly, she’s the person I team teach with.
I had this lesson planned to the T. I had downloaded the movie,
made a worksheet, and thought I was overly prepared for the lesson. I was
finally going to get a decent review.
Did you know that
Jamestown and The Mayflower have nothing to do with one another?
Holly pulled a new lesson out of thin air and I stood giving moral
support the entire rest of the lesson after my advising teacher made us stop
our lesson, mid lesson.
I left the classroom that day and cried in the parking lot.
You all know how
much I love crying in parking lots.
Then I got in Holly’s car and we drove off, only to be stopped by
my professor. He noticed the tears and made us stop.
He tried to get me to look at him, to talk about it, or to even
say what was wrong. I didn’t say much. Just that sometimes the fifth grade isn’t
so fun and that tomorrow would better.
Paige and I then
met the man to get the boot off my car. I handed him $60 and waited for my
change.
“I don’t have
change for this.”
He still hasn’t come back with my change.
I needed a Diet
Coke in a bad way, so Paige and I went to my favorite Maverick, and then we
went to the park to sit in the sunshine.
Our friend Andrew came and talked with us, I tried not to cry in
front of him. He called the parking man and told him that he wasn’t pleased at
the way his sister was being treated.
It was really
nice of him.
Paige and I then took a nap because we can.
We did homework and then went to the boys flag football game. I
studied the social studies text book I stole from the fifth graders classroom
and sipped hazelnut hot chocolate.
Kyle almost got a
touchdown, instead he got a concussion. He began hitting on anything that
looked over the age of 13.
I then went back to my apartment after the longest day of my life
to create a lesson plan for the next day that wouldn’t be full of lies. Holly
was waiting for me in our usual study room. I lay on the floor while she
bounced ideas off of her fifth grader niece.
I got a phone call just then. The boys wanted me to come play. I
yelled at them and told him I had a million other things to get done, I didn’t
have time to read their English papers for them, or something rude.
I hung up on them.
Ten minutes later, Paige showed up with a twisty cone. The boys
had brought us, mainly me, ice cream because it was such a bad day.
It’s those little tiny moments in life when things are super, super
bad.
When you are laying on the floor, staring at the ceiling
considering being a librarian when you grow up, and suddenly a little glimmer
of hope is there.
It’s going to be okay.
I may suck as a teacher.
I may be slightly failing my natural disasters class.
I may not be able to park within a mile of my apartment.
But I’m going to
make it.
Life is an uphill battle. It’s not fun all the time.
But, it’s only going to go up from here.
Little ones, I’m sorry I’m so MIA. I’m busy. If anyone actually
still reads this.
The easiest way to stay up to date with the happenings of my life
is Instagram. I Instagram at least every other day it feels like. I’d love to
see what you are up to!
Username: megdeck
Happy October. Can this semester be over already?
Umkay. Thanks.
Sunday, September 23, 2012
miss me?
I disappeared, I know.
It happens.
Especially when
you are taking 16 credits, working, and teaching social studies at the local
middle school.
Wait. What?
I’ll explain.
I moved back to school about three weeks ago, crazy right? I
have a cute roommate named Paige.
She says Ya’ll in everyday conversations. She taught me how
to long board. I’m not very good, but we spend 75% of our time at the skate
park these days, soaking up the fall crisp breeze before it turns into the frozen
tundra outside.
At first it was weird having someone in my room, having a
private room last semester and all, but now it’s comforting. She’s great.
Classes are busy, busy, busy. I’m taking a class where I have
to learn how to be a teacher by teaching. Rough times. The girl I team teach
with cried on Friday. I need to work on my teacher voice apparently.
This semester seems to be moving a million times slower than
the last one. I just want to be done with this semester. I want it to be
Christmas time.
I live with four freshmen, they are all homesick. They
remind me of myself two years ago. I let them all read my depression ‘I hate my
life’ posts. I hope it helped.
I’ve never wanted pity from this blog. I’ve never wanted
anyone to feel sorry for the girl in college. I’m sorry if it’s seemed that
way.
I’m really okay. Promise.
Well, I crashed on the long board on Friday. Don’t tell
Robin. It’s nothing, I’m just bruised and soar. I got whiplash though. Which is
not very fun at all.
Other than that I’m really good, great actually.
How have you all been? I’ve lost a follower in my month of
silence.
School is school,
conference is a’coming!
I’m loving this fall cardigan weather.
Tell me furry friends, how have you been?
Friday, August 24, 2012
20.
20 things I know for sure.
1.
Praying sometimes is the only way out.
2.
Asking for help is not a sign of weakness,
medications aren’t evil.
3.
Less stress = more happiness.
4.
It’s okay to talk to boys. They can be funny,
sweet, kind, and friendly.
5.
Studying is always a good idea.
6.
Your parents should be thanked every day for all
the sacrifices they have made for you.
7.
You can cry about it, but then you have to let
it go. Dwelling on past mistakes, past issues, or past quarrels does nothing.
It’s like letting people live rent free in your head.
8.
Write real letters to real people. Nothing beats
getting a handwritten letter in the mailbox.
9.
Stop being a follower, you have your own life to
live.
10.
Friends are family.
11.
Be able to take a breath, let it go, and put on
your big girl panties and be a man.
12.
Sometimes you have to compromise.
13.
Never expect other people to have the same
standards as yourself, give people a chance, and don’t freak out when they don’t
have the same standards of cleanliness.
14.
Sometimes all you need is to watch a prison show
and a fuzzy blanket.
15.
Make time for people who make time for you.
16.
Go ahead and judge someone, but be sure to live
a perfect life from then on.
17.
Never, ever eat two FiberOne bars in one day.
18.
Celebrate the little things.
19.
Try not to study on Sunday’s. It honestly helps.
20.
Life isn’t perfect, people are perfect.
But, it can get pretty close.
I’m so, so blessed. I’m so happy.
I’m excited to go back to school in a few weeks. I’m excited to see my friends
and get back to learning. I’m trying to be brave every day.
One day I’ll catch you up on my
life. It’s been a crazy summer working in the office.
Side note, thank you Tay for the
sweet post about me. You are a gem, and I could say the same things about you.
But for now, I’ve got a birthday
to celebrate.
Thursday, August 9, 2012
greetings from the fishbowl.
Working is something I’ve been doing since I was fourteen.
But this is my first ‘grown up’ job. It may be a temporary position,
but I have an office.
Sort
of.
I stole it from a man. It’s not like he put his name on the
door or anything. He just didn’t show up for work one day, and I needed a place
to sit, so I sat there. It’s become my little fish bowl.
I have
an uninterrupted view of the entire city of cubical. I can see who is going to
the bathroom. Who is being interviewed. Debbie bouncing on her exercise ball. Rolly
back pack guy going to as the front office ladies questions. Rolled up pants
guy pacing back and forth in front of my office, trying to pluck up the courage
to talk to me. Hilary walking to Fran’s office. My mother going to fax things. Max
going to get Hot Tamales from my mother’s cubical…
And so much more.
But one thing is that if I can see everyone, everyone can
see me. People un-bashfully stare at me. They don’t even wave, they just look
at me in my fishbowl. My frozen tundra fishbowl. I almost can see my breath in
there, therefore I bring my hot pink Snuggie to work.
That girl in the fishbowl wearing a Snuggie listening to
Josh Groban?
That
would be me.
Today I was working along, just having a grand old time,
when someone’s face appeared very suddenly in my office.
I had my earbuds in and didn’t hear them come into my
fishbowl, and I was sorting mail so I didn’t see them.
I
squeaked rather loudly in fright.
At least twenty seven heads popped up from the copse of cubicles
surrounding me, asking if someone had just died.
Nope,
just the girl in the fishbowl.
They just wanted to know what I was listening to.
It was
The Killers at the time, go figure.
Happy summertime little friends!
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