Bounce wit' me

So I replaced my awesome retro folding chair that I'd been using as a computer chair with an exercise ball a couple days ago. So far I'm not sure about the health effects, but its a heckuva lot of fun to bounce on. I can't say that it's done much for my typing skills, though. It has also caused me to have a certain clip from The Office in mind.

In other news.... there's a lot of news in my life.
To cover some of the things I'm most excited about though:
I had 3 tests last week and two mid-term papers due yesterday. I'm not certain how I did on all of them yet, but they are all done. Hallelujah, they are all DONE. And that is what really matters.
I also am in the process of training to be a volunteer for one on one tutoring at Bridgerland Literacy. That means that within a couple of weeks I'll be working with either an illiterate or English as a second language adult, or a child who is behind in their reading level. I'm really excited for this opportunity! I love teaching and I LOVE reading, so this is just perfect.
AND, what I am most excited about is the "new pair of jeans" I've been trying out for the past month. So far, they seem to fit wonderfully. They're not too clingy, but they are very comfortable and make me feel pretty. More updates on these awesome, erm, "pants" to follow.

Educational Autobiography Part 2

In sixth grade I excitedly moved up to the middle school. One of the first teachers I met there turned out to be one of the most instrumental in my development as a person and my decision to teach. Her name was Mrs. Stephens and she taught sixth grade reading. Mrs. Stephens had a glow about her. To me she seemed like an angel. She was about the age of my grandparents, and relatively soft spoken- until you got her to read. She had so much energy when she was reading out loud. There was so much passion and emotion in her voice that I couldn't help but be carried away into other, amazing places. She set my imagination on fire. That year we took a reading assessment. I remember the pride on Mrs. Stephens' face as she told me that I had placed at a college reading level. I remember her telling me that I was a very talented and beautiful young lady. Through my time with Mrs. Stephens my spirits soured. I began to feel like maybe it was a good thing to love reading. I became convinced that being smart was not just desirable, it was cool. I decided that year that I wanted to be a teacher. I wanted so badly to do for others what Mrs. Stephens had done for me.