Shake It Like a S, Like a Sigma S.

I love recruitment(not like I love sub sandwiches, but close). It was the one week where whether or not you liked all your sisters, you loved them. We all came together this one time a year for the good of Sigma. We laughed together, we cried together. We bitched about the same things together. I tried to explain this feeling to my friends last year, but I would get this feeling inside of me. It's like that feeling you get when fall comes. It just takes over you. You're just excited, nervous, stressed, tired, and happy all in one little sorority girl of a body. You go to class, shove a delicious Springs' sub in your tummy, and go set up for that night's parties.

Then is the moment you have waited for since last year. You have on your outfit, your pearls, badge, and name tag. You are lined up facing a sister that at that moment you love. You begin singing. Then, whether you are ready or not, in come the potential new members. Your teeth are shining and your voice is shaking. You tell them everything you can about Sigma and why you love it. Then you repeat 3 times that night. And for the next two nights. Some nights are funny. Some are emotional. But they all still gave me that feeling of belonging to something.

I am lucky enough to get to attend our recruitment this year. My grand little planned it. I am sure it will be our best recruitment since I planned it 2 years ago. It runs in the family. I am also lucky enough to tell the PNMs what our philanthropy means to me on Friday night.

I have always really loved Sigma. I may not have always loved everyone or everything about it, but I always loved Sigma.

I'd Like That Toasted, Please.

I love subs. There are a lot of foods that I just LOVE, but I could eat a sub every day. My day could consist of cereal for breakfast, a sub for lunch, and chicken and red sauce for dinner (insert the occasional 4th meal taco or chocolate chip waffle). I don't just love a certain sub, either. Many foods I like have to be made a certain way, like the only eggs I will eat are the ones mom makes with ham or the only steak I'll truly enjoy is from Outback. But, subs, I love them all. Well, all of them except Subway subs. I don't want to smell like that just to eat a sub.

At every sub place I get a different sub. Turkey with oil/vinegar, banana peppers, and lettuce/tomatoes or Chicken Parm at Jersey Mikes. Turkey, pickles, lettuce, and mustard at Publix. The turkey sub at Jimmy Johns that always has too much mayo and just the right amount of sprouts. And last, but certainly not least, the chicken finger sub, toasted, with american cheese, pickles, lettuce/tomatoes, and honey mustard from Springs. Yes, my subs from Springs made my list. I love subs.

I hope Molly made note of my Springs' sub order because I expect one the next time I arrive at PC. I think my favorite part about Springs' subs was you never really knew what you were getting, but it was always wonderful. Sometimes the 'chef' put the sub in the toaster and didn't press the start button. Sometimes halfway through your sub you realized it was cheese only, no turkey. Sometimes you got regular mustard instead of honey. Always you got a pool of sauce, never the right amount. Always, wonderful.

When I stated earlier that I could eat a sub daily, I wasn't kidding. I used to do this. Sometimes, if I was lucky enough, I even got to have 2 subs from Springs (partly due to their deliciousness, partly due to no other food options in Clinton).

Whatever the reason, I love subs. White bread. Wheat bread. 6 inch, but never the foot long (okay, except that one time I didn't eat all day). Turkey or chicken. I cannot get enough. Can you tell I ate a sub tonight? Can you tell I miss Springs?

Bad Romance.

My last post left off with a captivating bloody lip story. Well, it has taken me days to be able to digest what happened on Thursday. I have finally come to terms with it and can now discuss it with you all in written form. Come Thursday morning, being the amazing teacher that I am, brought my class a special snack. We are doing a unit called "Healthy Me" so we are talking about healthy food, safety, and being kind. I brought in a healthy snack of carrots, celery, and ranch dressing. I had a table full of 8 students in front of me and about 3 students at the table next to it. As I stand there scooping ranch onto my celery stalk, I stick it in my mouth, begin to bite down and I look up. I looked up to the most horrific sight. Worse than the bloody massacre that happened on the playground just a day before. Ty was throwing up. I was never sensitive to smells until I had my gallbladder out for some reason. Not only did he throw up, but he continued to throw up all over the room. I immediately started to gag, lined the kids up and went to the patio. I was not going back in until it was gone. About an hour later, I along with 15 kids entered a sparkling, bleach cleaned room.

Now, this has scarred me for a while from eating celery and carrots, which is really a shame seeing as I restarted my diet today. However, it also brought me back to my days in Springs when we raced to get veggie cups. Just this past year, Springs Campus Center started selling fruit cups, veggie cups, and pudding cups. However, they were a hot commodity. The workers would fill the case with them and within minutes they would be gone. Why? I am not exactly sure. The fruit and veggies were never exactly the freshest, just always delicious.

Four Year Old Logic

I was given a Silly Band from a boy about a week ago, it was taken back from me today I will add, but it was a pink car. I wore this Silly Band on my wrist for about a week before any one in K4 noticed. Until, "Miss L, let me get that Silly Band." hm, well no. "But, I got one to trade ya." oh, okay. Now you're talking. What do you have to trade? "it's a straw" (Knowing I wasn't impressed, I did have a car, he continued) "But, it's green, your favorite color." oo, I see. Let me think about it. "Yours glow in the dark?" well, no it doesn't. "Ohhh." That was the end of the conversation. I guess, at 4, having a glow in the dark Silly Band is far better than one that does not.

"I'm gonna tell me mommy on you!" Oh, okay. You do that. I am not worried about it. "But I will tell her! You will be in trouble." I'm going to tell your mommy on you too. "No, you don't tell on me." And that is settled real fast.

If I do not end each day laughing, I will just go insane. Today I was on the play ground, with 16 children, about 10 lined up, 4 still playing refusing to listen and line up, and 2 come running up to me. One of the 2 was pulling the other. The other, well she was holding her mouth, which was gushing blood. HELLO!! So now, I have 10 kids lined up, a gushing lipped child, a bloody handed child, and 4 still on the play ground. Turns out, this split lip was an accident. However, the original story the whole class (that was lined up) told, was that a boy punch her. Once bleeding girl was with the nurse, and the class was in our "class meeting" the story turned to someone accidentally hit her while he was coming down the slide. Next was the story about the truck coming down the slide and hitting her lip. However, my favorite story, and still untrue was when student Y raises his hand "Well, Miss L, if that was what happened, I have to tell you, it was me. I threw the truck down the slide and it hit her on accident." Okay, well that was settled. We went to lunch. I later find out from the nurse that the hurt child said two girls were arguing over the truck and it hit her. I guess student Y figured, the sooner someone just tells her a good story we can get to lunch. I still don't understand why you'd confess to something you didn't do? Strange strange children.

Did I mention today was day 3 of diet days.. I ate a Frosty.

Sandwich Line.

Last night, I sat at the kitchen table with the whole family (yes, Stephen, too) and ate not one, but TWO meals. Yes, my mom is THAT awesome. She made chicken paprika, and knowing it is not my favorite, she also made me a chicken, broccoli casserole. I put a little of this one my plate and then a little of that. Then I added some noodles. I had so many options, I didn't know what to do with myself.

This brought me back to freshman and sophomore year, the days when GDH was actually good. For all of you non-PC people, which isn't many, seeing as my only readers are J.Crew and Molly, GDH is Greenville Dining Hall, the delicious eatery at PC. Back during freshman and sophomore year, GDH had a wide variety of food. My favorites were the quesadillias and perogies. I also greatly enjoyed when they had Thanksgiving dinner. But on any day, I could go to GDH and be greeted by a sandwich line, pasta line, pizza line, grill line, plus whatever the actual meal was. It was wonderful.

5 Things I Wish 4 Year Olds Knew..

1) A line means one behind another. No matter how many times we line up, everyone always rushes to the front. This is mind boggling to me because we have a line leader, yet, when you ask who the line leader is, 10 of them raise their hands. Uh, no. Check the job chart. And, no, Kameron, just because you were line leader last week, doesn't mean you are line leader this week. You have a new job this week, remember, you have been doing it every morning. It's called calendar helper. We lined up shortest to tallest on Thursday. We then proceeded to march around the school with rhythm sticks. Why when we step out of the classroom do I have 5 of the taller boys in front of the shortest kid, Yindy? Why?!

2) Just because someone has something you want, does not mean you can bite, kick, poke, slap, or exchange any sort of physical contact with that child. No, that truck, football, computer, etc. is not yours. Just because you want it, doesn't mean you can have it. I want some Sonic chili cheese tots with onions right now, but that doesn't mean I am going to slap the person in the car next to me to get them.

3) Calling my name 100 times and banging on my thigh is not going to get my attention any faster than just saying "Miss L" once. Do I bang on you to get your attention?! No. So get away from my thigh

4) I do not need kids to be an adult. And just because I am old enough to have 5, I do not have any. I am not sure why kids think that to be an adult that you need to have kids. I would explain to them that I am not married, but that wouldn't work because their parents aren't married. Do these kids not read my blog? I am 22! I am an adult!

5) I want to go home just as much as you do. I hear it at least 5 times a day. "Miss L, I wanna go home." So I look at whoever just said it and say, "You know what, so do I." This also works well for the "I want my mom" and the "My head hurts" and the "I have to go to the bathroom" comments.

Let's Go Blue Hose! Let's Go!

Right now, I am watching on ESPN3, my PC Blue Hose take on Wake Forest. Yes, that's right. They are on ESPN!!! They have made 2 touchdowns already and are playing well. They are making good plays and really working hard. It is so exciting to me to have my Hose playing a REAL, big school. Next week, we travel to Clemson. That is going to be the day.

I want nothing more right now then to put on my sundress, Jack Rogers, and face tattoo. I want to walk across the townhouse's lawn to New Bailey Stadium, eat a hot dog, drink a beer, and cheer on the Hose. I always thought it was dumb that we dressed up for football games, and still kinda do, but it is something that is so nostalgic looking back. I cannot wait for Homecoming, to be back in Clinton for a game. Until then, see you next week Clemson.