Today, I am grateful for the three wonderful women who work with me in my classroom. More than just grateful. I cannot explain the amount of gratitude I wish to share with these ladies.
I saw this this morning. - You should read it. It is sad, but an eye opener.
A 14 year old special needs student was bullied. Not by fellow students BUT by her teacher and teacher's aide. That makes me sick. It broke my heart. I know that teaching special education is not always easy, in fact, it is often very hard, but that is not an excuse! The love that you develop working with these kids outweighs the difficulties...and sadly, this is not the first time I have heard of a special ed teacher being abusive towards students. It makes me wish that I could watch over each of my students for the rest of their lives to ensure that something like this NEVER happens to them.
Aides are huge in the life skills setting. I have only worked with wonderful aides, but not all new teachers (I guess I am not so new considering this is my third year, but I still feel plenty new!) are quite as lucky as me!
I have three aides in my classroom this year who love my students as much as I do and it is obvious. I only kept one of my three aides from last year and I was worried about how the dynamics in my classroom would change with two new aides. Guess what?! They are all absolutely the most wonderful aides any teacher could ask for! More than anything, they have helped to create a positive environment in my classroom, one of learning and one that is full of love. They reinforce positive behavior. They support me. They are so clever! Each of them bring so much to my classroom! From knowing regular ed curriculum, to patience with specific students. From manning their individual stations to arts/crafts/decorating. From helping each student reach their goals to teaching them through example. Gosh. Without them, I would not be able to do anything. Without them, I would not be a successful teacher.
Ms. Tammy, Ms. Lisa, and Ms. DJ,
You guys have been an answer to my prayers since the first day I started teaching. I am amazed at the things you do, both in my classroom and at home with your families. I learn from each of you everyday. Your faith and love give me strength on days when I am overwhelmed by the not-so-fun parts of teaching. Your optimism keeps our class happy. Your humor brings a smile when I need it most. I am most thankful for your love though. It is so nice to know that, especially on days when I am not in the classroom, each of our students will feel loved at school. Thank you. Thank you over and over again.
With so much love,
Miss Thorkelson
Tuesday, November 15, 2011
Monday, November 14, 2011
swimming
I have missed a few days - a weekend that I am very thankful for, for many reasons, and I will try to catch up.
But tonight I am thankful for swimming. I know this is a strange one, but it makes me happy! Water is definitely my element. So much so, that if I could pick any super power it would be to be able to breathe under water.
Some of you might be surprised to learn that once upon a time ago, I was a fairly decent swimmer!
I was born a water baby - always wanted to be in the water, never wanted to get out.
Dad taught me to swim at a pretty young age and I remember just wanting to race my best friend Alyse anytime that I could. We grew up at the pool with regular visits to the beach.
I knew that once I got to high school, I was going to start swimming competitively. When spring oh my freshman year came around and swim was getting ready to start, mom and dad decided to go on vacation and I was going to miss the first week of practice. Back then, I was shy and timid and decided just not to swim...I wish I had started then. But, it's ok, I started with the swim PE class the next year and swam varsity for the next three years. Long story short, coach forced me to learn to be pretty good at the butterfly (all I can remember is that I eventually got my 50 fly to under 30 seconds...), but my true love was backstroke. Goodness, those were the days of tan lines and great shoulders...
But tonight I am thankful for swimming. I know this is a strange one, but it makes me happy! Water is definitely my element. So much so, that if I could pick any super power it would be to be able to breathe under water.
Some of you might be surprised to learn that once upon a time ago, I was a fairly decent swimmer!
I was born a water baby - always wanted to be in the water, never wanted to get out.
Dad taught me to swim at a pretty young age and I remember just wanting to race my best friend Alyse anytime that I could. We grew up at the pool with regular visits to the beach.
I knew that once I got to high school, I was going to start swimming competitively. When spring oh my freshman year came around and swim was getting ready to start, mom and dad decided to go on vacation and I was going to miss the first week of practice. Back then, I was shy and timid and decided just not to swim...I wish I had started then. But, it's ok, I started with the swim PE class the next year and swam varsity for the next three years. Long story short, coach forced me to learn to be pretty good at the butterfly (all I can remember is that I eventually got my 50 fly to under 30 seconds...), but my true love was backstroke. Goodness, those were the days of tan lines and great shoulders...
...and not so glamorous swim pictures
But let me tell you why I am thankful for it today. Porter and I went swimming together tonight. I LOVED it. I love the feeling of water all around me. I love how fast I feel and think I am moving. I love how each pull through the water makes my arm stronger. I love kicking until my legs burn. I love holding my breath until my lungs are ready to pop. I love sweating, but no one can tell because I am in water. I love the cold of water bottle water while I stand in at the wall (if that makes any sense at all!). I love flip turns! I love that the smell of chlorine still gives me butterflies.
I am grateful for my body that can swim. I am so thankful that my dad taught me how to swim. I am thankful for Alyse who helped me learn to be competitive. And I am grateful to Coach Baker. He saw potential in my butterfly and pushed me. He only made me swim breaststroke once (haha mostly because after that, he realized my breaststroke was slower than half of the JV team...). He gave me the responsibilities of team captain for two years. He helped my passion for teaching swim grow.
And now, I dream of teaching swim lessons/water therapy to students who have disabilities.
Thursday, November 10, 2011
my students
I know I talk about my class a lot. I cannot help it! I am so so so grateful to have them in my life and it has made me the luckiest/most blessed person in the world.
Over my three year teaching career I have had 36 students. Many teachers have this many kids in just one year, but with a life skills class, it is a whole different story. Each one of my students has taught me new and wonderful things that have helped me become a better person. Each day they make me happy. They make me laugh over and over again! They make me feel loved and I love them so much in return. I have come to find that I cannot just give my heart out to people, but to my students, they instantly hold my heart in their hands. They test my patience, but it makes me stronger. Not only do they strengthen me mentally, but they strengthen me physically - oh the smells, the fits, the messes we make. They show me glimpses of heaven. They have taught me pure love. They make me want to be the best person that I can be.
My classroom is my place of refuge. My first year of teaching was the year Robi died and the year that I had my first break up. I just knew that I had to be with my kids the very next day because of the love I felt. How many people can say that about their jobs? I have been sick one day this year and I was miserable because I didn't get to say good morning to each of them and see their smiles, hear their hi miss thorkelson, or laugh at their good morning grunts. When I am with them, the chaos of my world (or my current lack of a social life and friends in my new home) disappears and does not matter at all. Such a blessing!
The class I have this year is by far the best behaved class I have ever worked with (and that is not bashing on my previous classes because I love them just as much!). I wish everyone could see and acknowledge how awesome we are during assemblies! Sometimes, I can be a brilliant teacher. For example, at the beginning of the year, I had them create rules as a class for when we are at lunch, in assemblies, at recess, on field trips, in the library, in the halls, etc...and they are pretty good at following those! They are mostly quiet when I ask them to be. They sit in their seats (sometimes) the first time I ask. They clean up super fast (especially when I set a timer). They work hard during rotations. They are learning so much already! ahh I just love them. Our field trips are fabulous, fun, and full of great memories. I love it!
But, it isn't always easy. Today, I had to be mean. I am terrible at this and I so much hated doing it. All of my kids are lucky enough to go into regular education classrooms (bless the wonderful teachers who allow them to come in!) for science/social studies and specialty classes. I found out that they aren't on their best behavior in these classrooms and that is not acceptable, especially when they are almost always angels in my class. I made them sit. We discussed what is appropriate and what is not when we are in other classrooms. They helped me create rules for when they go into these classrooms. I was serious about this and they knew it. I asked them if the way they had been acting in the other classrooms was very nice to those teachers. I had a few of them sniffling (I am not sure why, because I can't really yell and my mean face is not so mean), but I think their poor, sweet hearts felt bad for the way they had treated their teachers. The sadness was thick and it was like they really, truly understood. Of course, this had me all broken hearted and I had to end with a class hug so that they knew that I still loved them.
I could not LOVE my job anymore. Teaching a life skills classroom is such a blessing in my life. Each of my students has made my heart one million times bigger. Who I am with them is the person I someday hope to be all of the time.
So not only to my students, but to every child/young adult with a disability that I have worked with as a high school student, a para educator, and a teacher - thank you for letting me be a part of your life. Thank you for teaching me what is important. Thank you for loving me! And letting me love you. You will never know the impact you have had on my life.
I love you with all of my heart,
Miss Thorkelson
Over my three year teaching career I have had 36 students. Many teachers have this many kids in just one year, but with a life skills class, it is a whole different story. Each one of my students has taught me new and wonderful things that have helped me become a better person. Each day they make me happy. They make me laugh over and over again! They make me feel loved and I love them so much in return. I have come to find that I cannot just give my heart out to people, but to my students, they instantly hold my heart in their hands. They test my patience, but it makes me stronger. Not only do they strengthen me mentally, but they strengthen me physically - oh the smells, the fits, the messes we make. They show me glimpses of heaven. They have taught me pure love. They make me want to be the best person that I can be.
My classroom is my place of refuge. My first year of teaching was the year Robi died and the year that I had my first break up. I just knew that I had to be with my kids the very next day because of the love I felt. How many people can say that about their jobs? I have been sick one day this year and I was miserable because I didn't get to say good morning to each of them and see their smiles, hear their hi miss thorkelson, or laugh at their good morning grunts. When I am with them, the chaos of my world (or my current lack of a social life and friends in my new home) disappears and does not matter at all. Such a blessing!
The class I have this year is by far the best behaved class I have ever worked with (and that is not bashing on my previous classes because I love them just as much!). I wish everyone could see and acknowledge how awesome we are during assemblies! Sometimes, I can be a brilliant teacher. For example, at the beginning of the year, I had them create rules as a class for when we are at lunch, in assemblies, at recess, on field trips, in the library, in the halls, etc...and they are pretty good at following those! They are mostly quiet when I ask them to be. They sit in their seats (sometimes) the first time I ask. They clean up super fast (especially when I set a timer). They work hard during rotations. They are learning so much already! ahh I just love them. Our field trips are fabulous, fun, and full of great memories. I love it!
But, it isn't always easy. Today, I had to be mean. I am terrible at this and I so much hated doing it. All of my kids are lucky enough to go into regular education classrooms (bless the wonderful teachers who allow them to come in!) for science/social studies and specialty classes. I found out that they aren't on their best behavior in these classrooms and that is not acceptable, especially when they are almost always angels in my class. I made them sit. We discussed what is appropriate and what is not when we are in other classrooms. They helped me create rules for when they go into these classrooms. I was serious about this and they knew it. I asked them if the way they had been acting in the other classrooms was very nice to those teachers. I had a few of them sniffling (I am not sure why, because I can't really yell and my mean face is not so mean), but I think their poor, sweet hearts felt bad for the way they had treated their teachers. The sadness was thick and it was like they really, truly understood. Of course, this had me all broken hearted and I had to end with a class hug so that they knew that I still loved them.
I could not LOVE my job anymore. Teaching a life skills classroom is such a blessing in my life. Each of my students has made my heart one million times bigger. Who I am with them is the person I someday hope to be all of the time.
So not only to my students, but to every child/young adult with a disability that I have worked with as a high school student, a para educator, and a teacher - thank you for letting me be a part of your life. Thank you for teaching me what is important. Thank you for loving me! And letting me love you. You will never know the impact you have had on my life.
I love you with all of my heart,
Miss Thorkelson
Wednesday, November 9, 2011
Counting my blessings, one by one.
I know everyone has started listing things they are thankful for this month and I am going to have to copy that because I have become overwhelmed, to the point of an achy heart, of things/people/memories that I am grateful for.
I want to start with my parents.
They were just kids, my age even, when they had me.
I went into the kitchen this morning and both of them were there. This is the greatest thing about living at home. I get to talk to both of them about everything and anything, in person. They are there to guide, support, counsel, comfort and strengthen me. They understand the things I am feeling and sometimes, I think they still know me better than I know myself. It would have been a really rough morning for me if I hadn't had them there to talk with me about the things that were worrying me. So thank you mom and dad for making time to be there this morning.
I also love how much they love each other. This morning my dad was doing the dishes. Mom came in a little surprised, but then just smiled. They make each other laugh. They make us laugh with them. They pray together. They serve together. They go to the temple together. They are a wonderful example of what I someday want. Last August, they celebrated their 24th anniversary. So sweet, I know.
I think they have done, and are continuing to do, a wonderful job raising me and my siblings.
So, mom and dad, thank you. Thank you for being the best parents for me. Thank you for your examples, your patience, and your love. I love you guys so much.
With all of my heart,
Your kukiluki
I want to start with my parents.
aren't they just the cutest!?
Dad has always said that he met mom on his mission. That's partially true. He served in Paraguay while my mom's family was living there. Mom was going to BYU at the time, but would visit during the holidays. Grandpa was in the mission presidency and dad would go to their house and knew mom's family. Grandpa found a picture of dad eating dinner with the family and dad has a picture from a conference and just two rows in front of him you can see my mom and aunt Michelle. But, they really met and fell in love at BYU (of course)!They were just kids, my age even, when they had me.
notice the baby faces. also notice how they weren't sure how to do baby hair. mom was lost on the whole straight hair phenomenon that i was born with.
My whole life, they have been my closest friends. Yes, they laugh at me (but who can blame them, I am funny!). Sometimes they call me things like a Diva - this has become mom's new favorite name for me and I can't figure out where it came from but she thinks it is hilarious. Sometimes they even get mad at me...oops. Now that I am home, mom will sometimes make an extra sandwich for me (thank you thank you mom!). Sometimes dad will help me figure things out like insurance/benefits and new tires. Mom will even come in while I am cleaning my bathroom to make sure I am not mixing the different cleaners (that made me laugh). Both of them check in on me because I am still their little girl and I love that.
I went into the kitchen this morning and both of them were there. This is the greatest thing about living at home. I get to talk to both of them about everything and anything, in person. They are there to guide, support, counsel, comfort and strengthen me. They understand the things I am feeling and sometimes, I think they still know me better than I know myself. It would have been a really rough morning for me if I hadn't had them there to talk with me about the things that were worrying me. So thank you mom and dad for making time to be there this morning.
I also love how much they love each other. This morning my dad was doing the dishes. Mom came in a little surprised, but then just smiled. They make each other laugh. They make us laugh with them. They pray together. They serve together. They go to the temple together. They are a wonderful example of what I someday want. Last August, they celebrated their 24th anniversary. So sweet, I know.
yep. sometimes they still kiss in front of us - it used to be gross.
I think they have done, and are continuing to do, a wonderful job raising me and my siblings.
So, mom and dad, thank you. Thank you for being the best parents for me. Thank you for your examples, your patience, and your love. I love you guys so much.
With all of my heart,
Your kukiluki
Monday, November 7, 2011
best time of the year!
I absolutely love November!!! Can you guess why?
No. It is not because I get to start layering on all of my cute winter clothes...
No. It is definitely not because the snow is starting to fall...
No. It's not just because of Thanksgiving, although I do love that too!
Yes! It is because my favorite sports overlap for just a very small, little minute.
That's right....Football isn't quite over and basketball is just starting up. BYU football has their last game on December 3rd. Football has three games left. BYU basketball played their blue and white game on October 26th and has since played their two exhibition games. Basketball has 7 games before and one on December 3rd. I love being busy with sports!
Football: Nothing beats walking to LaVell Edwards Stadium from south of campus. I did it for years, so out of pure love for tradition, I still park down there and walk with the crowds of fellow cougar fans to the stadium. I love getting to games early and I hate being there late. I love dodging people as I giddily walk through the stadium. I love the smell of cougar tails and delicious cinnamon roasted almonds. I love walking to the southeast corner and down through portal P, up the sidelines a little, to my seat. I have watched the game from about this spot for three years now. I tried watching it from the old folks side earlier this season - could not do it! Plus, I think we play better when the boys can hear me screaming. I love pictures with Cosmo. I love memories of pulling his tail! I love layering on the clothes so I can watch the game through snow and rain. I love when I can get a smile, a wave, or both from my favorite boys on the field. I love watching football and I love when we win. I love football because I have my same seat, every game. Such a luxury!
Basketball: I love basketball because I have to fight for my same seat, every game. My love for BYU basketball runs deep because of the all of the time I put into it! Days and nights spent in a freezing tent outside of the Marriott Center. Camping out for games started with Eric Glem, Brady Fish, and their crew. Aubrey saw their tent out one night, our sophomore year, five years ago!, and we had to get a tent up right behind them. Ever since, camping has given me anxiety attacks, that are only worth it once our spot in the front of the line has been secured and I find my seat down at the front. I love the way camping brings fans together. I have met some of my favorite people via Camp Cougar. I love dance parties outside tents the night before a game. I love the beep as they scan your sportspass and you walk into the Marriott. I hate the running as I try to still beat people from getting to my seat. I love relaxing, sitting on the bench, realizing I now have two hours until the game starts. I love trying to awkwardly lay across the bench to get a nap in. I LOVE when I hear "Cougar fans, it's time!" I love sing/yelling "oh oh oh oh oh" and jumping until our boys come out. I love every picture I get with Cosmo. I love that I saw all four years of Jimmer. I love watching basketball.
I got to experience these amazing sports in a way that many have not. I would, and still do it, over and over again. I do hope though, that camping settles down for basketball though and that being in line a few hours early will secure my spot - camping out is extremely hard to do with a real job.
Being at LaVell Edwards stadium and the Marriott Center is almost like being home for me.
And for these reasons, I wish November went on forever.
No. It is not because I get to start layering on all of my cute winter clothes...
No. It is definitely not because the snow is starting to fall...
No. It's not just because of Thanksgiving, although I do love that too!
Yes! It is because my favorite sports overlap for just a very small, little minute.
That's right....Football isn't quite over and basketball is just starting up. BYU football has their last game on December 3rd. Football has three games left. BYU basketball played their blue and white game on October 26th and has since played their two exhibition games. Basketball has 7 games before and one on December 3rd. I love being busy with sports!
Football: Nothing beats walking to LaVell Edwards Stadium from south of campus. I did it for years, so out of pure love for tradition, I still park down there and walk with the crowds of fellow cougar fans to the stadium. I love getting to games early and I hate being there late. I love dodging people as I giddily walk through the stadium. I love the smell of cougar tails and delicious cinnamon roasted almonds. I love walking to the southeast corner and down through portal P, up the sidelines a little, to my seat. I have watched the game from about this spot for three years now. I tried watching it from the old folks side earlier this season - could not do it! Plus, I think we play better when the boys can hear me screaming. I love pictures with Cosmo. I love memories of pulling his tail! I love layering on the clothes so I can watch the game through snow and rain. I love when I can get a smile, a wave, or both from my favorite boys on the field. I love watching football and I love when we win. I love football because I have my same seat, every game. Such a luxury!
Basketball: I love basketball because I have to fight for my same seat, every game. My love for BYU basketball runs deep because of the all of the time I put into it! Days and nights spent in a freezing tent outside of the Marriott Center. Camping out for games started with Eric Glem, Brady Fish, and their crew. Aubrey saw their tent out one night, our sophomore year, five years ago!, and we had to get a tent up right behind them. Ever since, camping has given me anxiety attacks, that are only worth it once our spot in the front of the line has been secured and I find my seat down at the front. I love the way camping brings fans together. I have met some of my favorite people via Camp Cougar. I love dance parties outside tents the night before a game. I love the beep as they scan your sportspass and you walk into the Marriott. I hate the running as I try to still beat people from getting to my seat. I love relaxing, sitting on the bench, realizing I now have two hours until the game starts. I love trying to awkwardly lay across the bench to get a nap in. I LOVE when I hear "Cougar fans, it's time!" I love sing/yelling "oh oh oh oh oh" and jumping until our boys come out. I love every picture I get with Cosmo. I love that I saw all four years of Jimmer. I love watching basketball.
Being at LaVell Edwards stadium and the Marriott Center is almost like being home for me.
And for these reasons, I wish November went on forever.
Tuesday, November 1, 2011
boston! to CT and back to NYC
Boston was beautiful! The colors were stunning. There was something so classy and quaint about it. I loved being there.
We stayed in a hotel out in Tewskbury. Aubrey was a fantastic driver and we made it between the Tewks and Boston safely everyday.
Saturday morning was the big day at the single adult conference. We got there a little late, but made it for all of Sister Oaks' wonderful words. We also caught the end of Clayton Christensen's words. All I am going to say about that is that priesthood holders, please do everything you can to stay active and always be worthy of the priesthood. 70% of the single women in the church stay active, but only 30% of the men do. Odds are not in favor for us ladies.
But let me talk a little about Sister Oaks. She was amazing. Did you know she has a masters in Special Education?! Very neat. She was single until she was 50. She said that people would always ask her what it was like to be single in the church. The way she explained it made perfect sense! She compared it to being on the bench, waiting to play on the baseball team. Everyone else is going in, except for you. You have worked your whole life to play in the game and you know that you have so much to offer. People keep asking you why you aren't playing. They know you have the skills needed to help the team succeed. You don't know why you aren't out on the field, because you agree and you so badly want to play! The worst part isn't that you are being picked last, it's that you haven't been picked at all. She continued to talk about how women relate so much of their self worth to marriage. It's true. And the minute she connected it to sports, it all made sense! That's exactly what it feels like. Yes, I know I am only 23, but I know that feeling. Anyways, I loved everything she had to say.
We had great break out sessions and hopefully one day, I can explain the things we talked about and everything that I learned! It was a day of great spiritual growth. The sun was out and we spent some time exploring the Charles River.
After the break out sessions, we ate at Texas Roadhouse for dinner. It was my first time there and I ate way too much and loved it! Then it was finally time for the Harbor Cruise where we got to dance the night away. We had so much fun! I love those Harbor Cruises (I have done two in San Diego, one in Seattle, and now Boston!).
Sunday we left to for sacrament, only like 20 minutes away, but got there like an hour late. There was absolutely NO parking and we walked the wrong direction to start...well, we eventually made it. After church we explored Harvard
and then started the trek down to Connecticut, where everyone else caught a train while I finally got to see where Aubrey grew up and spend some quality time talking to her parents and even some late night talking with her mom. Sure love the Potters!
Monday was a blur of a day. I spent my time back in NYC just wandering. More time at 30 Rock and anthro. (Found out I had missed filming for 30 rock outside by like a day! oh how I would've loved that...) Then I met Aubrey and Mark for lunch. When it was time for me to go, I said sad goodbyes (although they weren't so sad since Aubrey will be here next weekend!) and then I met up with a random friend from San Marcos to make the subway/air train excursion back to the airport.
Overall, it was a very successful trip. One that I loved and hope to do over and over again!
Aubrey - you're the best friend a girl could have. Thank you for the time you made for me and thank you for being my best friend. I cannot wait to see you again in TEN days!
We stayed in a hotel out in Tewskbury. Aubrey was a fantastic driver and we made it between the Tewks and Boston safely everyday.
Saturday morning was the big day at the single adult conference. We got there a little late, but made it for all of Sister Oaks' wonderful words. We also caught the end of Clayton Christensen's words. All I am going to say about that is that priesthood holders, please do everything you can to stay active and always be worthy of the priesthood. 70% of the single women in the church stay active, but only 30% of the men do. Odds are not in favor for us ladies.
But let me talk a little about Sister Oaks. She was amazing. Did you know she has a masters in Special Education?! Very neat. She was single until she was 50. She said that people would always ask her what it was like to be single in the church. The way she explained it made perfect sense! She compared it to being on the bench, waiting to play on the baseball team. Everyone else is going in, except for you. You have worked your whole life to play in the game and you know that you have so much to offer. People keep asking you why you aren't playing. They know you have the skills needed to help the team succeed. You don't know why you aren't out on the field, because you agree and you so badly want to play! The worst part isn't that you are being picked last, it's that you haven't been picked at all. She continued to talk about how women relate so much of their self worth to marriage. It's true. And the minute she connected it to sports, it all made sense! That's exactly what it feels like. Yes, I know I am only 23, but I know that feeling. Anyways, I loved everything she had to say.
We had great break out sessions and hopefully one day, I can explain the things we talked about and everything that I learned! It was a day of great spiritual growth. The sun was out and we spent some time exploring the Charles River.
After the break out sessions, we ate at Texas Roadhouse for dinner. It was my first time there and I ate way too much and loved it! Then it was finally time for the Harbor Cruise where we got to dance the night away. We had so much fun! I love those Harbor Cruises (I have done two in San Diego, one in Seattle, and now Boston!).
Sunday we left to for sacrament, only like 20 minutes away, but got there like an hour late. There was absolutely NO parking and we walked the wrong direction to start...well, we eventually made it. After church we explored Harvard
and then started the trek down to Connecticut, where everyone else caught a train while I finally got to see where Aubrey grew up and spend some quality time talking to her parents and even some late night talking with her mom. Sure love the Potters!
Monday was a blur of a day. I spent my time back in NYC just wandering. More time at 30 Rock and anthro. (Found out I had missed filming for 30 rock outside by like a day! oh how I would've loved that...) Then I met Aubrey and Mark for lunch. When it was time for me to go, I said sad goodbyes (although they weren't so sad since Aubrey will be here next weekend!) and then I met up with a random friend from San Marcos to make the subway/air train excursion back to the airport.
Overall, it was a very successful trip. One that I loved and hope to do over and over again!
Aubrey - you're the best friend a girl could have. Thank you for the time you made for me and thank you for being my best friend. I cannot wait to see you again in TEN days!
from new york to boston
I know this is taking me a while, but I am on day three of my east coast trip.
Friday, we did one of my favorite things to do in New York. Aubrey and I took row boats out in Central Park. Last year, we did it with Mel and Lacey and we hardly got anywhere! It was hilarious. This year was just as fun, but we moved a whole lot faster and actually explored the lake.
After rowing for an hour, we ran to Crumbs for some cupcakes to bring on our road trip to BOSTON! That's right. By 1:30 on Friday, we were in the car and headed up to Boston. The road trip was so much fun with music and dancing! We made a pit stop in New Haven, CT for pizza and took a break for the cupcakes.
We also went shopping...of course...at some outlets along the way. There were some great deals. A few of the girls went to a concert as soon as we got into Boston and the rest of us were out to a dance party some kids from church were throwing. It had been a long time since I last danced with Aubrey. That was absolutely so much fun.
After rowing for an hour, we ran to Crumbs for some cupcakes to bring on our road trip to BOSTON! That's right. By 1:30 on Friday, we were in the car and headed up to Boston. The road trip was so much fun with music and dancing! We made a pit stop in New Haven, CT for pizza and took a break for the cupcakes.
We also went shopping...of course...at some outlets along the way. There were some great deals. A few of the girls went to a concert as soon as we got into Boston and the rest of us were out to a dance party some kids from church were throwing. It had been a long time since I last danced with Aubrey. That was absolutely so much fun.
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