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allthingsalishan:
blissed:
John Mayer - Comfortable
i loved you, grey sweatpants, no makeup, so perfect
our love was comfortable and so broken in
she’s perfect, so flawless, i’m not impressed
i want you back
(via splitscreen)
I cried. And they cried. And it was sad.
I don’t really want to leave them.
haygirlhay:
My token of appreciation/bribe to not hate me for the staff this morning.
Confession: I don’t really like donuts. But these are just so pretty! Especially early in the morning when the highest thinking I’m capable of is, “Ooooh, bright colorsssss!”
Simply put, saying goodbye sucks.
I’ve never been good at saying goodbye. In fact, I’d often rather just skip the goodbye completely - the awkwardness, the emotion, the tears. It did not occur to me when I decided to become a teacher that this is what you do every year; you spend months and months getting to know every inch of your children, and then that’s it. You hope you did a good job, and you say goodbye.
Today is the last day of my first student teaching placement. This afternoon, I’ll say goodbye to 16 children that I have spent the last several weeks observing, teaching, getting to know inside and out, and really connecting with. It’s like breaking up with 16 people all at once.
I laid in bed this morning and thought about my favorites (yes, teachers do have favorites) in the class. I’m going to miss Ernestine teaching me about braille or poetry or filling me in on the weather report. I’m going to miss Nykia’s hugs and Patience’s smile. I’m going to miss watching Luke draw and Alex’s adorable voice and sweet, kind heart. And even those kids that annoy me and challenge me daily? I realized I actually really care about them too.
But I guess it’s all part of the gig. You take the experience for what it was, the good and the bad, you pack up the memories, and you say good bye. Even though it sucks.
Rihanna's interview on Good Morning America was really hard to watch.
imnotthatkindofgirl:
meredithnyc:
carolinek:
But very worth it. Watch it here. The rest of it airs tomorrow on 20/20.
I love seeing famous girls and women accept their status as a role model for young girls. Especially someone as talented and intelligent as Rihanna.
Dating Anxieties
NYMag recently compiled a list of dating anxieties that plague NYers and, as a result, NY dating habits and relationships. After reading Cary’s brilliant account of one NYC “relation-shit” yesterday, I went back and gave these a second look. I actually think these are pretty dead on; as individuals we may not suffer from all of these anxieties, but I’m pretty sure at least some hit close to home for most of us. And in no way do I think these fears/anxieties are limited to just NYC.
1. The anxiety of too much choice
2. The anxiety of making the wrong choice
3. The anxiety of not being chosen
4. The anxiety of appearing overly enthusiastic
5. The anxiety of appearing delusional
6. The anxiety of appearing overly sincere
7. The anxiety of appearing prudish
8. Internet-enabled agoraphobia
9. Separation anxiety
10. The anxiety of being unable to love
What do you think? Do you agree/disagree? Do you think these are new think these are new anxieties, or generations old? For those of you in relationships/marriages, do these ever go away? Do you think that for those of us still single we should give up on the dating game, move to an isolated island in the Caribbean and start our own dating-free Tumblr-land?
mikhailovna:
My FAVORITE! ……I am thinking it is because I… myself… am a cookie monster….bahahahaha.
via amariegute
He was definitely my favorite too. Incidentally, my nickname is cookie monster.
The kids in my class are working on writing feature articles, and they get to choose their own topics. One girl’s title is: “The Real Deal on Cookie Monster: Has he become Veggie Monster?” I’m pretty sure impartial grading would be hard for me on this one…
GPOYW: Halloween 2009
I’m pretty sure this was when I got upset that I had lost my camera only to realize I had tucked it into my skirt’s waistband. Or when I stole my friend’s hat in exchange for my beret. Either way, fun times.
