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Friday, October 30

Why couldn't a 15 year old say this when I was actually 15?

Some of you may have heard the story about how one of my students, let's call him Sam, came up to me a few month ago when he was supposed to be speaking in Spanish with his partner, let's call him Mark and said, "Miss Spravzoff, don't take this the wrong way're one of the better looking teachers at this school." I couldn't keep a straight face so I just turned around and walked away.


So then a week later Mark (Sam's buddy) started calling me "caliente" any time I was within earshot. I told him I would call his mother and have him explain why he calls me that pretty much got him to stop.

Well, yesterday Sam came running in trying to give me hug because he's transferring schools and it was his last day at ERMS. I diverted and tried to side hug and it's a very good thing I did considering what he said in front of the whole class about 5 minutes later.

We were discussing what Halloween movies are the scariest and he blurts out, "SeƱorita, if you were like 15 I would totally date you." I tried to laugh it off because it's so ridiculous but I put a straight face on and said "Sam that's really innapropriate". Fortunately his friend, we'll call her Jaime, said, "Sam you can't say stuff like that to teachers, that's just wrong." The class was oddly quiet for once. "Okay," I said, "so has anyone seen The Others"...Just another awkward moment in the lives of 9th graders and their crazy Spanish teacher.

PS. That was "sam's" last day at Elk Ridge, thank goodness.

Monday, October 12

6 Months Later

Well, it has been awhile. It's true. What has happened in my life since April, you ask? Too much. Finished my 1st year of teaching, house hunted, moved, planned a trip to Argentina, spent 6 and half weeks in Argentina, came back and hung out with Macey in Salt Lake, spent waaaaaay too much money fixing a car that kept breaking, took friends to Portland, turned 26 at a Ford dealership in Twin Falls (no thanks to you Ford Focus), went to my grandpa's funeral in North Dakota, finally started my 2nd year at Elk Ridge, spent Labor Day in Rexy--reminiscing with good friends. I recently gave in and started going to the 48th (I had been going to the 43rd) and it's actually not too bad. How's that for summing up 6 months!?!?!?

Well, tonight at ward prayer these 2 girls were introducing each other and someone asked, "what's your ideal guy?" So rather than answering for themselves, the answered for the other person. It was a funny and amusing way to answer a somewhat odd/awkward question. I thought I'd try describing the "ideal guys" for a few of my friends.

Jessy-fresh: Tall and skinny, a little bit country, a little bit rock and roll, very outdoorsy and active, willing to occasionally talk geology. Good listener and frugal.

Goog: Short and stout (I'm a little teapot), bald head with thick rimmed glasses, good dresser. Mellow. Must be proficient in pop culture and able to put up with Twilight references.

Nutter-face: Tall and thick. Should have full beard at least part of the year--wears chacos all year. Future aspirations could include running a kids summer camp. Likes ice blocking and service.

Shel-belle: This guy should really like to eat and likes a woman who wears aprons and stands on her tippy toes. Dark and handsome. Super genuine and a good leader. Doesn't take life too seriously.

Almendra: A romantic guy who is business oriented. Must like taco stands and cannot be high maintenance. Has to be honest and willing to get married by December.

Okay, so most of you will not get those descriptions because you don't know those friends but here's mine: Easy going, likes sandwiches and music. Taller than me. Not a slacker. Doesn't smell weird.

The end.

--Pictures of the NEW car coming soon--