…you’re a single, 25 year-old girl and the person who you have a constant conversation with and who wishes you good morning and good night is a 14 year-old boy. No, I’m not a pedophile, there’s explanations and reasons leading up to this situation! Don’t freak out and call the cops! I’m posting this collection of things that have been on my mind lately mostly because it’s a chance to organize and lay them all out. If my first sentence hadn’t thoroughly disgusted you, read on to hear me out! Continue reading
One of my close friends thought it’d be fun to try online dating, so I thought . . . why not? She’s honestly the sort that was TOTALLY against online dating and she hardly ever tries anything new. For her to actually make an account and start trying out an app to find someone made me realize . . . that I should give this a shot too. At the end of the day, the two of us, including Selene, were totally . . . over this online dating. No more. Continue reading
So. As we get older, our friends get picked off one by one… it’s due to natural process of plasmolysis. I’m misusing biology words. Please don’t learn from me.
We’re sitting in a comfortable silence, each lost in our own thoughts, after a long and exciting day out. I’m on my phone, smiling to myself as I flip through photos of the day and wishing that days like this could last forever–when he asks if we can make one stop on the way home. I glance up at him, wondering what he where he could possibly still want to go at this late hour, only to find that he’s staring back at me with an unreadable expression. Confused and wanting to get to the bottom of that look, I nod. He grins and turns to lead the way, one hand intertwined with mine, the other hand in his pocket clutching something out of my view…
… looking at that spontaneous write, I can’t tell if it’s actually cute, or if I’ve just lost my mind because of the stress of the past week. But yeah, that was supposed to be my take on what kind of proposal I’d wish for–despite the fact that I don’t have a boyfriend.
Since unforgivingathena attended her friend’s surprise proposal, Nyx thought that it’d be a good idea for us to share our ideal proposals. I think as I grow older, my ideal proposal will change but for the time being, this is it. (We’re totally getting ahead of ourselves when none of us even have boyfriends. It’s good to plan ahead right? Yeah, I’m just trying to convince myself that . . . yeah, no.)
Here we go!
Yesterday, one of our oldest and closest high school friend got engaged. I haven’t talked to her for a while, but she was just one of friends that I can pick up with at anytime. I honestly do love her, so I was willing to get off my super lazy ass and take the subway in 4 inch heels to help out with the proposal. I was regretting the 4 inch heels by the end of the night.
There were flower petals on the floor, pictures collages on the wall, candles, helium balloons, music, tacky golden ribbons, and champagne. Was great! Kinda. The proposal went great, he got down on one knee, she accepted and there was a lot of cheering and clapping and moments of awkward silence. Or rather, I thought it was awkward silence. I was happy for her. Honestly. But there was no other emotions throughout the whole process….. nothing. I came home and messaged our usual author group telling them that if one day I get proposed to… Please tell my future boyfriend… No candles. or Balloons. They’re tacky and waste money……
It also got us thinking, what our ideal proposal would be like. Thus, this post.
I am not “new” to the world of teaching, however I am only one month in to my professional training to be a certified educator. So far, one of the (many) things I’m worried about when starting my practicum is the bit on professionalism.
By that, I don’t mean being searchable on Google and the prospects of future students/parents/teachers finding anything unprofessional about me–Even if my Facebook was visible, they wouldn’t be able to find anything remotely inappropriate. Instead, my biggest concerns relates to how I can form bonds with each member of the class I am assigned to without being unprofessional about it.