High School Notes

Although I don’t plan on having a starring spot on Hoarders anytime soon, I admit: I have a really, really hard time throwing things away.

I always hold onto things when they are way past their prime. For example, I had a Looney Tunes jean jacket with a massive “Looney Tunes” patch complete with every single character that covered the entire back of the jacket and an array of stirrup leggings in every single color. Let’s just not talk about when I actually stopped wearing these items.

However, today, I discovered something that I was actually satisfied I saved. I found almost all of my notes from friends from high school.

Like nearly every high school girl, I loved writing notes to my friends. These notes usually required at least 3 of these 4 specific components: 1.) They were written with a colored gel pen. 2.) They contained abbreviations like “NMU?” or “HAGS” or “LYLAS”, or, if you were wanted to make yourself seem “mature” “LYLAKAS”. 3.) They were preferably folded in an extremely complicated format. 4.) They contained information that you would be immediately telling your friends either before or after they read the note. Therefore, there was really no point to the note at all.

These notes were hilarious to look back on, and contained what was at the time extremely juicy information. The best notes, of course, were about our crushes–many of which are now cringeworthy.

Notes were a huge part of my high school experience. I can remember trying to be as sneaky as possible to write the note without the teacher seeing me. I would look up on occasion and nod my head vigorously to show the teacher that I was totally paying attention to their trigonometry lesson.

I still take pride in the fact that I was never caught–which deserves a gold star for me, because I am the worst at hiding things. For example, I forgot a paper in my locker once for a class where the teacher would not let you to go to your locker if you forgot something. I didn’t want to be penalized for late work, so I asked to go to the bathroom. I came back not just with the single sheet of paper safely hidden, but with my entire massive bright purple folder that contained papers for every single class. I also carried it in my hand and walked directly in front of the teacher while doing so. My “perfect plan” gave me my first detention.

Now that I will be teaching high school next year, I’m not sure what to do about notes. Ideally, I obviously hope that all students are so engaged during my entire English class that they never write a note. Yet I realize that, sometimes, telling news about a crush seems more important than Shakespeare. Besides when we’re talking about some of these scenes.

Should I keep every note I catch and build my own personal collection? Do I share excerpts? Or, do I do what my high school self would have loved, and immediately throw the note away without reading?


Bring on the Buffets

I love food alot. I’m ready for breakfast the minute I rise. I think it’s instantly time to grocery shop when there is a single spec of space in my cabinet. Bare fridges make me slightly frantic. I never, ever miss a meal.

Whenever I attend any party or celebration, my first thought is not what I should wear or who else would be there. I first think of the food. My favorite situation? Buffet style. When I see a buffet, I’m even more excited than when Carrie Bradshaw sees a shoe sale. And, like Carrie, my thoughts of reasonable “spending”–although in my case, it’s calories, not credit cards–go completely out the window.

I have a confession: At parties with buffets, I sometimes make separate trips to the “bathroom” when really I’m sneaking some more snacks. This is usually when I’m really feeling a third or fourth plate when everyone else is on their first. I am an extremely fast eater, which comes in handy because I can usually pretend I’m on pace with everyone else when really I’ve consumed at least double their calories.

Although I love buffet style food, I don’t necessarily love all buffets. There is a huge gap between buffets. Some buffets are great. My favorite of all-time is one that my family used to go to every Easter. They had every food imaginable, and also a spread of desserts that’s equivalent to the lengths of the lines on Black Friday. I ate almost an entire cake there one time. That is the only time I almost missed dinner.

However, some buffets are really bad. The worst I’ve experienced was when I was in Washington D.C. in 8th grade. I excitedly piled my (two) plates full of anything I could fit, including what I thought looked like a delicious piece of roast that was probably at least 36 ounces. I eagerly brought the roast back to my table and, unfortunately, didn’t look before I ate. The entire piece ended up being an entire chunk of fat that was now stuck in my throat.

I almost gave up meat after that, which, if you know me, would be like if you asked the Pillsbury Dough boy to give up laughing.

Do you like buffets? 

Happy Things

I see the glass half-full. My favorite color is yellow. Although I’m a teacher, I am currently completely incapable of an angry “teacher face.” My current “angry” expression just looks like a mixture of confusion and that I’ve have smelled something bad. I do not have road rage (although, this is mostly because I realize I am the reason for other drivers’ road rage). I also used to listen to Bobby McFerrin’s “Don’t Worry, Be Happy” on repeat. Never road trip with me.

Basically, I’m a happy person and it takes alot to make me angry. However, there are some things that make me so happy that I’d likely bust out the Brady Bunch’s “Sunshine Day” on repeat…not like I’ve ever done that. The following are random things that make me as happy as Marcia (besides of course, when she was hit with a football):

1.) Mail. I love cards, letters, or magazines the most…but, truly, anything with my name on it makes me happy. I even get a bit excited when I receive a bill.

2.) Peanut butter. Most people who know me know that I am obsessed. Leaving a jar around me is dangerous, since I eat peanut butter straight out of the jar like others snack on a bag of tortilla chips.

3.) Flowers/Candles.  I may love stores like Target mostly because of my grocery shopping addiction, but I also love it for another perk. I’m able to stand and smell the candles in the home aisle.

4.) Ice Cream. I won’t buy half gallons of ice cream because it will be gone within 2 days. My sister Jamie and I have a lifelong goal to finish an entire half gallon in one sitting. I know we can accomplish this. I also know that no one will want to be present when this happens.

5.) Mornings. I love, love, love mornings. I try to keep this contained, as I realize that the majority of people my age want to put a sledgehammer to their alarm clock daily. In reality, I’m as ready to rise as Mr. Rogers.

6.) Getting beeped at. When I’m walking or running, I always like being greeted with a friendly beep from a friend. If’s not a friend, well, at least it’s entertaining. Of course, I don’t like being beeped at when I’m behind the wheel. This has, unfortunately, happened to me far too frequently and that beep is never favorable. People aren’t exactly beeping at you to say “Wow! You are driving wonderfully!”, right?

6.) Exclamation points. I already devoted an entire post to this punctuation. However, I love the perky punctuation so much that it deserves to be recognized once again (!!).

What are some random things that make you happy?