In like a lion, out like a lamb

I'm looking forward to these things in March:

Thing 1 - Spring Break - CABO!

Thing 2 - I applied to student teach with the US Department of Defense (I would teach in a school overseas on a US military base that serves the children of the soldiers stationed there), and I should hear back from my school this month to see whether or not I have a placement for this coming fall

Thing 3 - Financial Aid! Woot! Okay, I know, you are wondering why I am excited to hear from financial aid. Basically, since I turn 24 this year (see Thing 4), I was able to fill out my FAFSA without my parent's income/tax information which means they will base what finanancial aid I am awarded on just my measly salary which means I should get MORE which means more potential money for Thing 2 (student teaching abroad = expensive)

Thing 4 - My birthday! I'll be 24 on the 29th!

Thing 5 - Taking my teaching certification test. I would be boldfaced lying if I said I was excited for this test. It is 8 hours long and costs almost $200. However, it is kind of an exciting milestone because it means that I am one step closer to actually being a teacher, which means alot when you have been in school forever, like me.

P.S. -

Dear March,

I think we need to talk. I feel like since I have just listed many of the things that are so wonderful about you, I can give you this one piece of constructive criticism, you know, between us friends. YOU ARE NOT SUPPOSED TO BRING THE 90 DEGREE WEATHER. Seriously, leave that job up to April or even May. I know, I chose to live in this desolate desert, but I would really, really, apprectiate just a few more weeks of the 70s and 80s before I have to return to paying $300 air conditioning bills.

xoxo, Kassi

An Open Letter

My dearest Grey's Anatomy,

I hate to say this, but you're ruining my life. And, it has to be said, it's not me, it's you. You fill my head with thoughts of sutures and saline solutions, and I knew it was a problem when I thought to myself, "I wish we had a clean scalpel" when looking for a utensil to butter my bread. I can't sleep because my head is filled with dreams in which I'm trying to perform appendectomies and Whipples but, hello! I don't know how! I didn't go to med school! My areas of expertise lie more in the camp of teaching children to read and tie their shoes. The thing is, I don't want to break up. I just need some "me" time. In short, I can't quit you or McDreamy, but please ease up on dominating my daily thoughts, as I don't have much brainpower to spare.

Note to self- Teach future students to spell "appendectomies".

Have to have this

The wonderfully glorious absolutely amazing joy making post is still in progress (as it requires pictures I have yet to take), so until then, feast your eyes on this:





I don't know if it's my love of school supplies and books, or the fact that everything is so organized and has it's little place, or my love of all things vintage...but I want one!! I have looked everywhere! Apparently, there's this new thing called "computers" and people don't really use card catalogs anymore. Go figure. Find me one, mail it to me (the shipping should be cheap, I'm sure ;) and I will be your bestest best friend (which has many benefits, the least of which being I will let you come over and look at my beautiful card catalog).

4.0

Since I transferred from BYU to NAU and left my dismal GPA behind, I have been busting by buttocks to keep my GPA at a 4.0. Today, I logged into my account and look:



HAPPY! One more semester down, one to go.

Side note - am I the only person that thinks its kind of funny/ridiculous that when I went to BYU I worked somewhere between 0 and 30 hours per week (depending on the semester) and I came out with a * GPA, and now working 45-50 hours per week I have a 4.0?
I blame the rebellious company I kept (Hi Kira! Hey Manda! Hello Mere! Love you!)

*Actual GPA removed to protect your sensitive eyes, but it was somewhere between a C+ and a Z-. Oh what's that you say? You can't get a Z-? Maybe you can't, but at BYU I could have.

In Other News...

When I was in elementary school, I had a teacher tell me that I use way to many commas. She was a mean, mean, grammar nazi. Commas are hot. So embrace that, my friends. It will only get worse from here. Comma Domination ‘08.