Today's Numbers


1 alarm interrupts my slumber.
1, 2 phonecalls while I was working out this morning. One Jeremy. One wrong number.
1, 2, 3 snowflakes in my eye within a few seconds of walking out the door.
1, 2, 3, 4 buses drive past in the other direction while I'm still waiting for mine.
1, 2, 3, 4, 5 minutes late for class. It doesn't matter anyway because the professor takes forever to get started.
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6 trips to the bathroom already today. I will never get used to drinking the required amount of water for a day.
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7 times I looked at the clock in Life Writing today. I just wanted to get my midterm back, but the professor was going on and on about good answers and bad answers and showing examples of each. Did we suddenly transport back to first year?
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8 is what I got on my midterm. Actually, it was 80, but this seemed like the most logical place to boast about it.
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9 is the time I think I'm going to fall asleep tonight.
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10 is the number I wanted to end with, but I can't think of anything that happened today that corresponds to it.

Couch Cuddles and Sofa Snoozing

I forgot how much I love sofas. Jer and I finally got one yesterday at Ikea (by the way, I could spend hours there). I love cuddling while watching a movie. I love giant pillows. How did I go this long without a couch?

Future Opportunities

Figures I go right back to school when I'm finally done...
I graduate in the Spring (yay!) and in May I'm taking a course called TESOL. That is: Teaching English to Speakers of Other Languages (Since I'm not in school next Fall, I thought it may help me find a job in the school system for the year while Jeremy is in teacher's college). This course also helps you find ESL teaching jobs in other countries, so Jer and I are seriously thinking about spending a year in South Korea once all our schooling is over with. Now that we've been talking about this for the past week or so, I am so anxious to go. I really want to experience another culture and send emails home about all the cool things I'm doing while everyone else is shovelling snow. In all seriousness though, I'm really excited about future opportunities and the possibility of living in a new place.

I'm New.


"Hello?"
"Oh. Hello. I'm calling from ----. Is this Mrs. -----?"
"No, sorry. You have the wrong number."
"You aren't Mrs. -----?"
"No. You have the wrong number."
"Is this 416.---.----?"
"No. Like I said, you have the wrong number."
"Oh... uh... I'm new."

At what? Numbers?

Red in the Face


I squirmed in my seat trying to figure out a non-chalant way of fixing my dilemma. Why did I think it was a good idea to sit in the front row? Now that I'm in fourth year, I'm all of a sudden a super-nerd (I even wear glasses and raise my hand in class). I glance back slightly to see where everyone's attention is. Duh. The front of the room. I decide to just pay attention and take notes, but I can't help but think back through my day. I got a ride to school, went to class, went to the library, bought a coffee, read, and now I'm here in my other class. Did I take a washroom break? Think think think. Yes! As soon as I came in after getting a ride to school - wait. That means- I- My- Oh dear. My fly's been down for all that time! Now to get it back up. The world does not need to see my underoos.