Queen of Rambles

I have always dreaded the thought of a desk job. Doing the same thing over and over, solving the same problems, making the same small talk with the same people. It simply doesn’t appeal. That’s one reason I like subbing so much. Every situation is new. I never have the chance to be bored for more than an hour or two. My brain must constantly adjust to new people and new problems.

Some days, though? I could use a little less excitement.

Today was eight grade health day, and I got the privilege of helping the students review for their big STD test. Fun fun! You try standing in front of a bunch of young teenagers, asking questions like “what causes a green or yellow discharge to drip from a man’s penis?”

Really, the problem was not the questions. The problem was my imagination. I can’t say such a thing without getting a visual image of a drippy green penis. I don’t need that in my head.

I think I handled the day with no problems. The kids were comfortable asking me questions and I gave them honest answers. I remember doing this unit when I was in eighth grade and I must say I am pleased that the students today were comfortable enough to ask me their questions. My eighth grade teacher was a really old man who did not want to talk to us about sex. We did the STD unit on our own. We didn’t read a single passage out loud or discuss anything about it. It was like he hoped that if he didn’t have to say penis and vagina out loud, he wouldn’t have to think about them. It suited me just fine. I didn’t understand why we were talking about sex anyway, because I thought I was way too young for it. Reading about all the nasty things you could catch made me wonder why anyone would EVER “do it.” I still wonder why people “do it” with random strangers and no condom. I bet they don’t wash their hands after they go to the bathroom either.

Overall, I’m really glad that these kids are getting a good, honest sex education and I’m even more glad that I’m not the one who has to give it to them on a daily basis.

I’ve discovered an exciting new cure for acne. Since I’ve been pregnant I often fall asleep for the night when I simply intend to “take a little nap.” I’ll lay down at 6 pm and wake up at one in the morning, barely managing to brush my teeth. This has led to the unthinkable: an unwashed night face. Guess what! When I wake up after an unwashed night face I don’t have any pimples. When I scrub my face I have pimples. Very interesting.

When I was younger I used to scrub my face so much it would bleed and scab over. I calmed down as I got older and realized a scabby face was just as gross as a pimply face, but I still maintain a rather strict face wash regime. It’s so interesting that the one thing that should NEVER work seems to be the key. I have been experimenting the past couple of days, and it really seems that my acne secret is holding true. I exfoliate in the morning and don’t do anything at night. Cheap and easy! I suppose it wouldn’t work if I wore make-up, but at this point in my life I don’t.

Of course, now that I’ve gotten rid of all my pimples, I’ve gained an eye twitch and a swollen eyelid (each on a different eye). I just can’t win.

The baby has had hiccoughs on and off all day long, which has been fun and twittery. Very ticklish, but it’s really cool to feel anyway. Today I’ve been really excited about seeing this little baby! I want to see him smile and me when I kiss his little belly.

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