You guys alive?

Do we still write on here? I had this insane realization today that we actually have a blog together. I guess this is what happens when we all have lives. Vaisey, I hope your grandparents was just lovely with your long weekend. B, I enjoyed our convo while I was on the treadmill the other day (although everyone else around me prolly didn't).

Anyway, what's new with my life? Hard to say. Nothing really. Ummm...Jordan and I haven't talked for like 4 days. This is a big deal...almost a wonderfully big deal. Actually, it's not really a big deal at all. It's actually rather stupid that this comment even warrants the energy it takes me to push my fingers over the keys. I know I told you this B, but I have completely realized that God will never bring me the man that I deserve until I learn how to say no to the man that I don't. Whatever, this whole conversation is so overrated.

School is great. My sophomore are about to finish King Lear, and they'll be writing their first in-class essays on Friday. We start the Bible next...that should be interesting. My freshmen are creating their own epic heroes right now and writing their own epics. It's been interesting, but good. I "rented" out the computer lab all next week (we have 1/2 days everyday for parent-teacher conferences), and we're gonna go over MLA format and all that boring crap. Anyway, I just miss you guys and I wanted to know you still existed. I'm sorry this isn't more thoughtful or provoking. My mind is pretty much shot. I sat down on Sunday, waking up already feeling like crap, anticipating something close to a 4-page paper...it ended up as 11...second one in 7 weeks in a 100-level course. It's gonna be so great in December when I get my professional teaching license in the mail from the state of Colorado and it doesn't mean crap.

Oh...on a lighter note, I have offically been asked to prom like 47 times from the same boy. He's a junior. I'm his advisor in this 30-minute college prep class we have every two weeks, and his third period is next to mine. Today, he resorted to sending me love notes through the divider in the wall, and he made paper flowers for me. It's slightly hilarious, but, I mean, what do you do? I know he's joking, but he seriously just leaves his 3rd period and will come sit in my class...all of a sudden I'll look over, and I'm like, what the heck just happened? The teacher next to me isn't so bright...word on the street. Anyway, why don't guys my age act like that?