I wish I had a better social life.
I showed up on my old college campus today. Paying a visit to my dearly loved communications North office.
From the moment I walked through the doors I was in heaven. Greeted by Sunday, the office receptionist I was quickly identified. She shot a look down the hall and then a smile my way, "Mary is in her office."
"YEssss!" I was my reply. I walked down the hall into Mary's office (Mary by BTW is the woman I want to be when i grow up!!!) Mary jumped from behind her desk and greeted me with a huge hug. Then she proceeded to pull up my shirt and say "T! T! You didn't get to see this!" T (as we know him) is the theater tech man. He was absent at my pinning and therefore did not get to see the big "ta-do" Mary made about my tattoo. T walked over and glanced down my shirt. (thats my favorite sentence in the whole post!). Mary proudly exclaimed that "This is my BABY BIRD!" and hugged me again. she asked if I had been to Dan's office and to see my Deaf instructors. I told her no, I was merely stopping for a super fast visit.

I MISS MY SCHOOL!
I never wanted to graduate. Mary made me.

She is now the dean odf students!!! BIG promotion!
now my chances of securing my dream job working there is looking really great!

Boy, do I miss xanga.
I never ever take time to post anything anymore.
I completely blame Rich, he introduced me to facebook and I have never been faithful to xanga since.
I am so in love with my new job. The kids are great.
The mother like instincts I didn't think I posses have kicked in. Everyday I am sad when the 2:20pm bell rings...
Today one of the boys has informed me that he is in love.
He knows this is true love because he is now brushing his teeth three times daily.
He also is chewing strong winter fresh gum, and lots of it, during those times he cannot brush his teeth.
Sadly enough, I know the long blonde haired cheerleader he is pinning for, and she is not yet aware the young man exist. She is completely distracted by the fact that she can color the tips of her blonde hair blue with a sharpie.

  My Fam.

Today is day one back from vacation. And I hate it.

I had a spectacular time in beloved Salt Lake City Utah, or what we now affectionately refer to as SL,UT.

Yes my friends, the weather there was way better than here in Missouri, ice skating on top of a mountain when its 50 degrees is priceless.

There is so much to say and I’m not sure where to begin. I suppose in the words of Dan Betzler; “Let’s start from the beginning, that’s a very good place to start.”

Our first full day there was spent figuring out public transportation, were the heck Utah keeps all the trash cans, how to get all our tickets to the events, and last but not least- where we could find a decent cup of coffee. All things were accomplished within the first few hours.

After that we headed to “Temple Square ” or as I like to call it “Satan’s Center”.

Now, I know it’s pretty, but do not be deceived, it has a dark side.

As we entered the area two Mormon women dressed in long coats approached us and asked if we’d like a tour. Of course there was much nodding and concurring with each other, it was out first day and we were eager to begin this educational trip.

To my understanding when you decided you want to be a Mormon missionary you get transferred to serve 18 months at a different temple. The two ladies giving us our tour were from Japan and Croatia.

What’s most laughable about the whole thing is that Mormons mix truth with untruths, making everything on the surface look right when it’s really not.

Anyway, there were several buildings along the way that we were not allowed to enter due to our lack of preparation. That was a bummer.

Our tour guild couldn’t say “Joseph Smith” (also a bummer), who was the man that founded the church when he was 14 years old. Turns out he was in the woods when a light shown upon him and he was enlightened.
Our tour guild referred to this man as “Jofif schmif”.

It was not but a few hours later when we (the 12 DCS Students) had our own small miracle.
Dan burst out of his hotel room informing all of us that he had seen a light in the window! “I am going to write a book called, “The book of Betzler! And from now on you will be referred to as the church of later day STUDENTS!”

After lunch we were informed by a few friendly Deaf people that the first ever interpreted performance of the “Mormon Tabernacle Choir” was happening later that night. Much to my protest we went back to the Mormon stomping ground in pursuit of a little entertainment.

When we walked into the performance building the door man with a dazed look informed our group that we were 30 minutes early, “But there’s still time for a tour.”
I groaned and grabbed Dan’s sleeve informing him that one more tour and I would scream.
Dan insisted that we not be rude and take the tour, after all that building was different than the other 68 we had toured earlier that day.

The Mormons have a lot of buildings.

This building was indeed different; they had paintings that moved and statues of scary looking men.
Also the escalators and elevators only went up; to go down you had to take the stairs. It was one of THE creepiest experiences I have ever had. I was beginning to hear that cheese horror film music playing in the back of my head. “dee-de-deee-dee-de”.

At one point in time our group got separated and I freaked out and told Edith we had to find them ASAP. I was sure they were in a room some where being forced to drink kool-aid with arsenic.
As I hide from the robotic tour guild, Dan bravely said he would take the escalator (only up) and go in search of half our group. As he ascended up the escalator I yelled; “Don’t drink the KOOL-AID!” I was almost struck dead by our tour guild.

The rest of our 5 days were spent yelling and laughing while inserting; “Don’t drink the Kool-aid wherever possible.”

I’m loving school as always.

Today I have my first rehearsal for a play to be preformed sometime in April. All of you will be invited, unless you tick me off between now and then…

Today in math class, everyone was learning fractions (WHAA?!) and I was bored out of my mind.

After class I gathered my stuff, put on my coat and picked up my books in attempt to leave the room. I was stopped by my math teacher, who up until a Tuesday, I had never met.

Math teacher: “Jessie! Jessie, rumor around campus is that you were homeschooled, *small but noticeable gasp* is this true?”

Me: “Yes it is I never went to a public educational institute until I enrolled in college.”

That is a phrase I’ve said over and over again.

Teacher: “WOW! All the professors have informed me that you’re an exceptional student and it will be my pleasure to have you. You know you’re very well known throughout the faculty! You’re almost famous for being the first homeschooled student to plan on graduating our school!”

Me (having no idea that there was any truth to what this woman was saying): “Oh, whoa…”

Teacher: “Yes! Now, tell me Jessie, who taught you? I must know! I’ve been so eager to hear how you’ve actually succeeded.”

Me: Oh, well it’s a big shocker but I wasn’t locked in my basement with nothing but a blue-jean jumper and a knitting kit! “Hm, well my mom was the primary caregiver and educator, she’s very intelligent and the most capable teacher I’ve ever known.”

Teacher: “Well it’s a privilege to teach you. The other teachers tell me I’ll be stunned by you.”

Me: “Ah, well it was nice talking with you.”

I knew I’d be famous one day!