This picture really doesn't have anything to do with this post, except that it reminds me of the carefree days of summer.
Dear Dad- Thanks for leaving me some really cool pictures of you from the 70s. In today's world, your black rimmed glasses, scruffy beard, and button-up shirt mixed with the faded tones of the photographs would totally classify you as a hipster. Crazy. Dear KTH- You rock my socks off because: a. You cheer me up when I am gloomy b. You have a great butt c. You give me popcorn when I come home from work starving d. You kick me out of Bitty's room when you know I have homework to do or e. all of the above. (I choose e.) Dear Next Week- You are literally going to kick my butt. 23 hours of class, 8 hours of orgs, 8 hours of work, 3 days of a bake sale, multiple appointments, and having my first speech and Bio test. Oy vey. Thank goodness for prayer, weekends, and people who make food for me.
P.S. I love my job. I never thought working as a telemarketer could be so enjoyable, rewarding, and experiential. I think I've gotten more teaching experience in the past two weeks than in a whole semester as a Elementary Ed major.
*I refuse to let any judgement pass on the quoting of Bob Marley in the blog title. I don't do marijuana, I just liked the quote, so haters keep on hatin'.
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