i'm back.

Okay. I'm back. I'm ready for more. Spring fever? Probably. It always used to happen to us in college...

it has reached a new level.

My students - my 11-12 year old students - have decided that Mr. Parker and I would make a great couple. Yeah, that's right, my students are trying to match me up. The same students who call me "Mrs." believe that he and I would be cute together. When the second student in one day informed me that we would make a good couple, a different student overhead only to chime in with, "Yeah, thats what everyone is talking about!" Well shoot, doesn't that make me feel so special.

I thought it was pretty funny to be set up with a personal trainer, let alone a guy named Buck... But that was nothing compared to my students stepping in for the next set-up.

funny memories

To much of my dismay, in college it was rare to see a hot-guy around campus. They were on the endangered species list. It may have been the fact that it was a "brainy" university or maybe because it was so frigid most of the school year that everyone was in survival mode - either hiding out at home or hiding underneath layers of clothing, scarfs, and hats. Seeing a hot-guy, or even just a cute guy, was so rare in fact that my friends and I would document any such spotting of a hot-guy and quickly report the sighting to a friend. The conversation could go something like this:

Spotter of hot-guy: I saw a hot-guy today.
Recipient of hot-guy info: WHERE?!
Spotter of hot-guy: At the bus stop in front of the union around 10am. He was blonde and kind of tall, athletic looking. Have you seen him before?

The way we acted, you would have thought there were only 6 hot guys on the entire college campus of 25,000 undergrad students. Actually, now that I think about it, 6-10 is probably more accurate.

It was a good thing our sports were fun to watch.