Genes

My mother has some amazing gene that allows her to never gain a pound. The woman has weighed the same since baby 1, and that was 24 years ago. The most miraculous thing about this gene is that my mom NEVER works out. She just automatically looks awesome everyday of her life. Oh, and on top of that she eats tons of chocolate and NADA. Not a pound. Well, I was lucky enough to inherit this gene until yesterday. When it decided to fail terribly. Unfortunately, the constant chocolate-crave gene, which I also inherited from her, has not failed terribly. So I am stuck with a J. Lo booty and an unstoppable craving for chocolate. What's a girl to do? If you have any bright ideas let me know, I'll be eating my chocolate.

As heard in room 205

Today my culture class presented their heritage projects. We have literally spent weeks researching, summarizing, conferencing and creating glogs on a country. This was the culminating event. Students brought in authentic foods, prepared five minute presentations, and invited the principal. I was super excited for my kiddos to strut their stuff. Well, let me tell you, those kiddos did me right proud. That is until a boy we'll call Cole presented. Cole spent an extensive amount of time researching India. I read his paper, and it was spot on. I'm not really sure what happened when it went from paper to his mouth, but it came out something like this: "In India everybody's like the people in Senegal. They are all Christian and they eat microwave pizza. And that's pretty much it." OMG. Try smoothing that one over.