Welcome to my blog of awesome-ness. I basically started this because Mrs. Ray had one, and I think Mrs. Ray is THE coolest teacher that I ever had in highschool. ( sorry Coach. Halstead and Mr. Norfleet, but its true). And i'm pretty sure its because she wasn't a teacher. Now, thats not to say that she didnt know what she was talking about or anything, because English 2120... yeah same stuff with the same intensity, intersestingly enough. Actually I wrote more papers in my History class, which was SUPPOSEDLY an entry level class. Pshhhhhh. Anyways, you know how highschool teachers are, and minus the fact that we couldn't apply chapstick in class... Mrs. Ray was NOT the typical restrict- you-from-peeing-even-when-you-might-die-and-then-be-embarassed-because-you-died-in-front-of-everyone type teacher. I think what seperated Mrs. Ray from the Mrs. Dingleberries and Mr.Pretentiousfaces was that she was a dreamer/writer/joke-teller/bouncy ball/ninja?/person who wasn't embarassed to be who she was. And no matter how pissed you were that you had to actually SING the national anthem with a high degree of enthusiasm, even when you were late and missed the bus, and had to walk to school in the rain, you appreciated it when you left. I think Mrs. Ray was different because in addition to the literature, I learned how to be a person. A person who knew that it was okay to laugh really loud at smart jokes, dolphin dance sometimes before class, wear sweat pants to class 75% of the year and have her hair going 18 different directions and still be a completely justifiable human being, a person who could set goals and then make decisions everyday that would help me reach those goals ( no, seriously), stay away from the bad things, and not stress over the small things. I dont know how we managed to get into her class, those of us who had her. We were the lucky ones.
Hot tamales are AWESOME, but if you eat too many of them then you get this weird stingy pain on the roof of your mouth. I know because I've been sitting here for the past hour in my ronchy kickboxing clothes eating them like popcorn. I think i'll switch to the gummy bears that I have in the cabinet.
