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| So most of the time I still do not feel like an adult, but it sometimes the feeling comes in waves. I've felt this twice recently.
1)Yesterday when I decided to plan a trip to visit my friend. It feels very independent/ semi strange for me still to book a plane ticket myself. It's this feeling of power that I am planning my own destiny and making my own decisions about picking up and putting myself on a plane and traveling by myself without my parents or family.
2) I bought myself an entire carvel ice cream cake at the food store. That's right.... it's not my birthday, it's not anyone else's birthday whom I bought it to celebrate. I saw the cake. I wanted the cake. I bought the cake. I was half expecting my mom to pop out of the aisles in the food store and say "Allison, put that back." But she didn't. I bought it to eat all by myself. I feel slightly sheepish every time I pull the cake out of the freezer to cut myself a slice. Perhaps the most shocking part of all of this is for me was when I admitted (guiltily) to my mom that I had purchased this dairy extravagance and her response was " Good, you deserve it." Not quite the scolding response I was expecting. I guess I'm really not a little kid anymore.
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| I listen to my ipod pretty much every day on the way to work. Usually, I can't decide what I want to commit to and spend the first few minutes of my walk scrolling through 1,000 songs and feeling like I need more options. I rarely leave my music on "shuffle" in the morning. For some reason, that seems like more of an afternoon function. I can't deal with the randomness and where it might lead. In the morning, I want continuity and commitment to one album or artist. Most mornings, I turn something on and go about my way, the music serving as background noise as I contemplate my upcoming day, fight the metro traffic, and read the newspaper on my way to work. Every once in awhile, I hit a day where the album I pick completely satiates what I was inadvertently looking for, and I find myself lost in the music. Mouthing along to the lyrics as I make my way to work. Those are the best moments. When the music engulfs my state of mind and I get lost in it until I reach my destination. I wish I could pinpoint what songs will give me that feeling every day. I find that feeling refreshing.
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| I do not function well in gloves. As soon as I put them on, I am pretty much incapable of doing the basic functions of my day. How is it that placing a thin layer of fabric over my hands makes life so much more difficult?
On my way to a friend's house today, I was trying to press the #8 on my phone (shes a lucky speed dial candidate on my phone) but instead I accidentally prank called speed dials #4 and #7. I couldnt even hang up fast enough, so if either of them answered, I apologize. My ipod also does not respond well to gloved hands on the wheel. And by not responding well, I mean not responsive at all. I have to remove my glove if I want to make any music adjustments whatsoever.
Is everyone else this hand material sheath impaired, or is it just me?
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| So I've decided to start tutoring this year as for several reasons. One being that I wanted to do some more volunteering, but more selfishly, I am also doing it to help me figure out what I want to do with my life. A long time ago, I decided to do away with the idea of being a teacher, for the traditional classroom is just too overwhelming to me, but I thought maybe working one on one with a child would be easier. I have been proven wrong already and I've only been tutoring for two months.
The first time I tutored, things started off strong. We met, fought our five minutes of shyness where she refused to talk to me, and i found out that she has fifteen siblings. Fighting through my shock I asked " are you sure some of them aren't just your friends or cousins?" (She's seven, maybe she's confused!) It wasn't until she started naming them all that I really started believe her. Wow, can we guess that lack of attention is going to be a problem? The first time ended without any major hiccups besides me having severe anxiety as to how we were going to fill an hour and a half of tutoring time each week when we were forbidden to work on homework with them.
The second time I went, things went relatively well, but my student was distracted and not being very agreeable to the activities I picked out. Therefore, I gave her a 2 out of 3 on "behavior points" for the day. This was obviously the end of the world because once I tried to talk to her about WHY she was only getting a two out of three (and consequently not receiving a sticker this week for perfect behavior) she proceeded to throw all of her papers and activities across her room, including her pencils. I felt like one of those parents in the mall with the temper tantrum throwing child in tow. All of the other tutors were looking at me, the other students were looking at my student. It was not pretty.
This past week, tutoring went relatively well again. No tantrums were thrown because I gave her a three on behavior (I learned my lesson). This week involved lots of dance moves instead of learning...I think my student wants to be a hip hop dancer. I rewarded her for doing math problems by showing her some of my "white girl" dance moves. Those went over well, so well, that she made me show all of her siblings (friends?) and their respective tutors. I, once again, was the girl everyone was staring at. Maybe I am more cut out for a job in a cubicle by myself.
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| So, I hate to toot my own horn, but this is my blog, where I talk about... myself. Soooo, my newest excitement is that I won second place in the walkingtown photo contest
This is the first time I've actually entered any of my work in an actual contest, so I was pretty surprised/amused to actually have done well at all. Is it weird that I am more excited that my photo is going to be used in a brochure than about the actual prize? I think I am destined to be a life long tour guide.
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