Friends and Enemies

This is the tale of my relationship with Harvest Cheddar Sun Chips.

When I was attending class last fall and winter, the vending machine down the hall carried these chips. To summarize a boring story, I did weekly battle with the vending machine in order to procure a bag. More often than not (substantially more often) the vending machine would win, managing to get my dollar AND keep the Sun Chips. On more than one occasion, that machine took more than one dollar before I finally called it quits.

So, as any rational person would do, I kept going back. Every time I had class. Sometimes, I would come away with three bags of chips because the first two had lodged themselves strategically against the glass. On those occasions, there was still a feeling of disappointment. Somehow, I knew I should be happy. The chips were finally mine! But I couldn't shake the feeling that the vending machine won. I tried to mask my disappointment by calling Russ to tell him of my Sun Chip success.

Now, the Sun Chips have followed me home. I eat Sun Chips for breakfast on Saturday mornings. That vending machine has ruined my life.

Dilemma Dilemna

I just wrote out the word "dilemna" on 26 student sheets.

And apparently, the internet thinks I am spelling it wrong.

It thinks it should be spelled "dilemma."

What?!

Am I the only one who was taught the "dilemna" spelling? I could have sworn I was spelling that right. I'm 25. I've been spelling it that way for a long time. You would think that I would have noticed it by now.

I really think that "dilemna" is correct!

What is the deal?

How do you spell it?

Game Face

I think Clark Kent and I could be friends. You see, we both have alter-egos. However, while Clark's alter-ego leaps buildings and dashes about in smashing blue tights, my alter-ego is a little more down-to-earth. I'm speaking, of course, of Miss Hulet.

Miss Hulet does not leap buildings. In fact, she can't even reach the ceiling even if she IS standing on the desks. She does not wear blue tights--just normal ones--and it is very, very rare that she is called upon to stave off any sort of natural disaster.

However, Miss Hulet IS called upon to deal with 25 highly-hormonal, emotionally-charged 12-year-olds on a daily basis. That has to score me some kind of points.

Today, I officially put on the "Miss Hulet" persona again.

That's right, boys and girls, put your GAME FACES on!

School starts tomorrow morning.

Carnage Part 2

The cats are very trendy.

The fad with the mice...so last month. The new cool thing?



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