When the world stopped turning

Where were you when the world stopped turning on that September day.

I was 7 years old and had just started 2nd grade in Mrs O'Connors class.
I remember the morning and then going to school and everyone went outside to the flag pole and there were police officers there.
I did not quite understand what was going on.
What had happened.
And how my world would drastically change.

But that day it all did.

It wasnt until the past like 10 years or so did I fully understand the extent of all that happened that day.

I mean I knew the facts but not until you actually see the footage does it really hit home.

Well about 5 years ago I was a teacher cadet or I guess you could call it a teachers assistant in a 1st/2nd grade.
And this little girl named Hannah for some odd reason was reading about 9/11.
And asked me to explain it to her.

I have absolutely no idea what I said but I hope that I did no scare her and that it helped her to understand.
It just blew my mind that babies such as this child were born after that day.
That we went on living.
That they were not alive in a world where we did not fear terrorism.

So I ask you dear reader.
All 20 or so of you.
Be kind.
Be understanding.
And be strong.

And hopefully we can see a brighter tomorrow,

Adjustments

So I have a class that I have been in and done multiple times.
The other people in it are pretty much my family.
We have all become great friends and we all know how to work together.
Its like we have become a well oiled machine.

We just work.

Well a wrench has been put into play.
As the usual beloved faculty adviser is currently away.
So we have this new one.

And it had been interesting to say the least.
We just figured out how to work with each other and now this person comes in.
And messes with it all.
And we are trying to be cooperative.
But they are not making it easy

Like they will say one thing and then do a totally different thing.
Okay well most of my problems come from how they acted the other day during class to us.
This person announced at the beginning of class that they were just going to let us do our thing, just observe and they would act as the "anthropologist".
Fine with us, we mainly run the class as it is just with the regular adviser. She steers us on the straight and narrow.
We are all peachy keen with this realization.
And then this person comes around and personally checks in with each and every one of us on what exactly we are doing this particular class period.
And I cant say this in any other way other than I got my ass handed to me.

We have an online website, which they didn't know about at all, and there was one picture from a story on the carousel of rotating picture stories where it may have cut off the Dean of the FLC at her eyes.
We haven't touched this damn website since like April.
So she's grilling me about this.
And my new graphic on how its up and its slightly cut off because the carousel size frame is a different dimension than the usual graphic size.
But when you click on the damn story its fine!

So i'm getting grilled.
I'm not sure how to
A- fix it.
B- what to do about it.
C-what new dimensions I need.
D- if we can even have two different graphics. One for the carousel and one for the story
E- if its worth it for the time and effort to put into making two different graphics.
F- I DO NOT DEAL WITH THE WORKINGS OF THE WEBSITE. I MAKE THE GRAPHICS!

Long story short.Its fixed now.
But this person just had to immediately go back on their word!

And then we were having trouble with the special issue.
And Hanna the person on the Indy that I think works her ass off the most got grilled because there were problems with the printer.
Her computer crashed and she's having the worst day and the special issue files were on her computer.
Anyway mix up with the printer and we may have the design the entire special issue again.
And this new adviser is just grilling her about this.
Made her cry which is not Okay with me because Hanna does not deserve that and she is probably one of the most kind and talented people we have on staff.
She is essential and this person made her cry.

I've talked to a few other of the editors and no one really likes this person either.
This is going to be an interesting semester.
Hold onto your pants, here comes the Indy crazy train!

So suffice to say.
We miss you Leslie!
COME BACK SOON!

Zhe first Indy article is LIVE!

Something about doing something the first time is always magical.
The first successful story of the semester went up.
And my graphic went with it.
And I was agonizing over it and what to do.
You know, being the typical high strung capricorn that I am.
That sort of thing...

Well I just remember some of my favorite designs.
And really the simpler and cleaner the design, the better.
So I did just that.

I took the ASFLC logo.
Made it my own.
Put in some artsy text.

Called it good.
Took me 15 minutes.
It was lovely.

And then the next day I could revel in how lovely it was.
And all the compliments I got from other people

Damn its good to be back in the swing of things.

RBF problems

Resting Female dog Face problems.

So I have to keep my face in check because i'll make a face that I don't mean to make and it'll offend someone.
Like I somehow forget that people can see my face.
Which is really odd.
Like when I wear glasses I think i'm wearing sunglasses so my eye rolls come out more often.
And I don't mean to.

Sorry i'm just sassy.
I really don't mean to be mean.
But sometimes my inner feelings get out through facial expressions.
Its bad.

So Tuesday at bingo there was a particularly loud and drunk table behind us.
And I was facing away from them so they couldn't see my facial expressions.
Thank god.

Because apparently I was making the best disgusted faces.

I can literally out face you any day.
Mike and I have determined that.
I am the face master.

Except don't ask me to wink.
Can't do that...

And then just the other day I had my headphones in and I was jamming to some music whilst I did some homework for another class.
Unaware of my faces.

And I hear some giggling and look up to see Allie and Deanna just giggling at my facial expressions.
That I didn't realize that I was making such intense expressions.

Last year during KDUR practicum Michele Malach pointed it out and now everyone watches me.
She said I had RBF and that everyone should watch me in class because I make the best faces.

Its a problem.
And I love it.

I literally have nothing better to do

So the novelty of school has suddenly kind of worn off.

I mean its pretty Okay.

But sometimes I literally have nothing better to do then do random things.

Like put away all the chairs the new band members just "forgot" to put away.
Yeah right you little turds.

So after band there is a bunch of chairs left over.
And i'm putting them away whilst all the rest of the nerds left in there just look on.
And i'm doing trip after trip.
And my friend Marc comes up and is just like "Just stop"
And I say "No, I legitimately have nothing better to do."
He goes "Oh really?"
And I say "Yeah, all I need to do is go and get groceries"
And he goes "Wow you really do have nothing better to do"

Whilst the turds are just watching.
Damn turds.

Sometimes if you have free time the best thing to do is to be helpful if you can.
So do not be a turd.
Be helpful.

Did you really just ask that??

I love my job.
I love retail.
I love getting to be girly.
I love the clientele most of the time.
I love getting to wear what I want.
I love not having to be up early.
I love that I get to work at such a great place with such great people.

BUT.
There are those that come in and make it hard not to roll your eyes.
I seriously have to keep my face in check sometimes.
As we all know well that i'm quite expressive and can out face you any day.

So I sometimes make faces that I didn't mean to.

Well Sunday was a doozy for interesting and quite frankly I guess you could call them dumb questions.

Here is the situation.
Mom and teenage daughters come in.
We have this thing called the "Forever Candle" which is just this cool looking candle with a lot of stuff in it.
She legitimately asks me "How long does the forever candle burn??"
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I really wanted to answer "Forever". But I didn't and instead said that I didnt know.

She proceed to roam around the store and look at some more stuff until she found the spinner necklaces.
Which are just these little disks on this necklace that when you spin them you can see they say certain things.
One says "Best Friends" and one says "I love you".
So i'm demonstrating this and telling her what it says and I show her a couple good spins.
And her daughters see it.
And then she asks "Is it in Chinese??"
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NOPE.
It is definitely not in Chinese.

Sometimes I wonder about people....
Yeah she was an interesting sort.

SMGR forgot his phone

That stands for Steven Michael Gertsen-Rogers.

He was the only one set on Friday when we talked in class that wanted to go out on the town that weekend.
But someone somehow got conned into a roommate dinner.
And forgot his phone.

And apparently everyone else was being anti-social or was tired or just didn't get back to me.

So I was ready.
I was pumped.
And then it hit like 10:30.
And madmen and my bed were getting more tempting.
And then it was 11:15.
And then I decided this cobalt blue eyeliner would find another night.

So I was asleep by 12:30.

And when everyone else was stumbling out of bed and hung over the next morning,

I woke refreshed,

But still wishing I had had a night out.

Another time my friends.
Another time.