<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32456403</id><updated>2012-01-27T10:53:59.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'>As Becky's World Turns</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asbeckysworldturns.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32456403/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asbeckysworldturns.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13864878902423873451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LGuLE-9hgds/SKnrIXJOexI/AAAAAAAAABg/TpJYFOfzR-s/S220/IMG_4570.JPG.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>62</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32456403.post-6776882171071643019</id><published>2009-06-16T10:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T10:41:46.627-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;body {background-image: url("http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u252/cowchick_photos/blog%20layouts/bluebrown.jpg"); background-position: center; background-repeat: no-repeat; background-attachment: fixed; }&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/style&gt;Well, I did it. I completed the first run of the summer season. I didn't do as well as I thought I would do, but you have to (re)start somewhere. I feel fabulous and my motivation has returned. Actually, it really never left, just life somewhat interfered. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; The summer is going swell so far. I have been seeing family and friends, as planned. I have been slightly deprived of sunshine, but soon it will come.  Gotta love Midwest weather... (or not).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Camera update: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; I actually have a camera that works!!! I have been taking lots of pictures and it's fabulous. I love taking pictures. My favorites are candid ones. Candid ones tell such a story in retrospect. Posed ones are okay but aren't as fun to take. I have nothing against Canon, but their Power Shot model is quite the lemon of their products. It's not all that it is cracked up to be. I have switched to their competitor and love it more than anything. I love taking pictures and it's refreshing to have a camera that works.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; I have a  bunch of different activities planned for the next few weeks. I am going shopping to a favorite outlet mall, Wisconsin for teenie bopper camp (I am a counselor), and a friend's wedding,  trip to California, Missouri, many trips to the beach,  etc. I can't wait  :o)  Of course, continuing my outdoor, morning runs. They're double-y fabulous!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enjoy the beginning of Summer. Think warm weather and great sunshine!!!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32456403-6776882171071643019?l=asbeckysworldturns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asbeckysworldturns.blogspot.com/feeds/6776882171071643019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32456403&amp;postID=6776882171071643019' title='26 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32456403/posts/default/6776882171071643019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32456403/posts/default/6776882171071643019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asbeckysworldturns.blogspot.com/2009/06/body-background-image-urlhttpi170_16.html' title=''/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13864878902423873451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LGuLE-9hgds/SKnrIXJOexI/AAAAAAAAABg/TpJYFOfzR-s/S220/IMG_4570.JPG.JPG'/></author><thr:total>26</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32456403.post-954788832068982259</id><published>2009-06-10T17:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T17:47:49.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;body {background-image: url("http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u252/cowchick_photos/blog%20layouts/bluebrown.jpg"); background-position: center; background-repeat: no-repeat; background-attachment: fixed; }&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/style&gt;Hooray for Summer Break!!&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thecutestblogontheblock.com/" target="_blank"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  Yes folks, 'tis the season that all teachers adore and parents loathe. Summer break!! Yay! I successfully made it through my first year of teaching (BIG sigh). I did it! I cannot believe I really make it through. Most teachers say they dread their first year of teaching, but I truly enjoyed mine.  I made it through because I have a great mentor teacher who kept me laughing the whole time. Thanks, Ms. Grenman! :-)  I also had a great team to vent to, when needed. They know who they are...  (thank you my friends!) I was very bittersweet about packing my belongings up in the classroom. I was really excited for it to be summer, but sad to know I won't see the kiddies until fall. Some of them, I won't see at all. They will be moving to another school for fourth grade. (Good luck!!) Anyway, so my first week of break is almost over. It feels wonderful! I have slept in. I have done things that I wanted to do (including a well-deserved pedicure!). Ahh. And so the warm weather, leisurely reading, and summer festivities begin.  I have good intentions on getting back to working out again. I kind of took an unplanned hiatus from it for  loooonnng time.  I worked long hours at work and also brought work home. No time for the gym.  Trust me, I will return. Nothing like a good run under the morning sun. Awesome!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  So a lot of people have been asking what my plans are for the summer. I don't really have a  plan, per say. I do have things that I would like to do, such as travel to California for a bit. I would also like to work on preparing for grad school. Of course, there's the usual plan of seeing friends and family too. I did have the opportunity of teach summer school, but I turned it down. I just want a break. A breather.  I have the rest of my life to teach summer school and pursue higher degrees. This summer, I am choosing to relax and do things that I want to do. I cannot wait!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;   I do plan on posting pictures of my activities over break. Stay tuned... :-) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32456403-954788832068982259?l=asbeckysworldturns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asbeckysworldturns.blogspot.com/feeds/954788832068982259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32456403&amp;postID=954788832068982259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32456403/posts/default/954788832068982259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32456403/posts/default/954788832068982259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asbeckysworldturns.blogspot.com/2009/06/body-background-image-urlhttpi170.html' title=''/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13864878902423873451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LGuLE-9hgds/SKnrIXJOexI/AAAAAAAAABg/TpJYFOfzR-s/S220/IMG_4570.JPG.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32456403.post-6060978068347249668</id><published>2009-04-08T18:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T19:12:48.227-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dear Friends,&lt;div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;      Have I got news for ya'll! Despite all the budget cuts and job loss, I have been asked back for next year. I am awaiting on the signing of my contract. Hooray! Also, I have obtained a highly qualified status. I earned this by passing yet another expensive, paper/pencil, test. I am stoked!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;     I am two months away from completing my first year teaching. I can hardly believe how fast it went. It feels like yesterday I just started. As we come closer to the end of the year, I find myself becoming upset knowing I have to say goodbye to my wonderful third graders. After this year, they advance to fourth grade, in another building. I have developed such a wonderful relationship with them. I have watched them grow physically. developmentally, and educationally. That being said, I am so proud of the students they have become. Each of them have worked so hard, despite having learning disabilities. We had our good days and our bad days, but they are troopers. These third graders are the reason why I love to be in the classroom. To all my students: I am so very proud to be your teacher. I am proud of all of you!!! Please keep up the good work. Remember: Pay Attention to Details!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Hugs!!!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32456403-6060978068347249668?l=asbeckysworldturns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asbeckysworldturns.blogspot.com/feeds/6060978068347249668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32456403&amp;postID=6060978068347249668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32456403/posts/default/6060978068347249668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32456403/posts/default/6060978068347249668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asbeckysworldturns.blogspot.com/2009/04/dear-friends-have-i-got-news-for-yall.html' title=''/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13864878902423873451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LGuLE-9hgds/SKnrIXJOexI/AAAAAAAAABg/TpJYFOfzR-s/S220/IMG_4570.JPG.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32456403.post-8023594962194390736</id><published>2009-03-29T20:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T20:34:22.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Allow to me write yet another letter. Here goes.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dear Friend Of Mine,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;    Thank you for making me smile. I appreciate the effort you put into turning my frown upside down. I find myself smiling more when you are around. I truly enjoy our endless conversations that cause extreme laughter. I look forward to them. I don't think you know how much of an impact you have on me, but I do want you to know that you are wonderful. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  Much Appreciation,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;    Miss Becky  :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32456403-8023594962194390736?l=asbeckysworldturns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asbeckysworldturns.blogspot.com/feeds/8023594962194390736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32456403&amp;postID=8023594962194390736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32456403/posts/default/8023594962194390736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32456403/posts/default/8023594962194390736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asbeckysworldturns.blogspot.com/2009/03/allow-to-me-write-yet-another-letter.html' title=''/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13864878902423873451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LGuLE-9hgds/SKnrIXJOexI/AAAAAAAAABg/TpJYFOfzR-s/S220/IMG_4570.JPG.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32456403.post-4565181995281313998</id><published>2009-03-10T17:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T17:40:31.599-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;body {background-image: url("http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u252/cowchick_photos/blog%20layouts/bluebrown.jpg"); background-position: center; background-repeat: no-repeat; background-attachment: fixed; }&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/style&gt;Heart and Soul.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;   I started a conversation with my mentor teacher about the interview process I went through to obtain the job that I have now. I did ask about the other candidates that interviewed along with me. She briefly told me about each one. She did go on to say that they chose me because I was easy to get along with and that they saw the heart and soul I have for teaching. Heart and soul...so early? 'Of course!' she said. I could not help but smile. Yes, I do have the heart and soul for teaching. I love every minute of it. I do have my ups and downs, but I am excited everyday to see what adventure it brings. I &lt;3&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; I cannot imagine myself doing anything else. I do see myself advancing my education in the near future, but for now, I plan on enjoying the completion of my first-year!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32456403-4565181995281313998?l=asbeckysworldturns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asbeckysworldturns.blogspot.com/feeds/4565181995281313998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32456403&amp;postID=4565181995281313998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32456403/posts/default/4565181995281313998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32456403/posts/default/4565181995281313998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asbeckysworldturns.blogspot.com/2009/03/body-background-image-urlhttpi170.html' title=''/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13864878902423873451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LGuLE-9hgds/SKnrIXJOexI/AAAAAAAAABg/TpJYFOfzR-s/S220/IMG_4570.JPG.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32456403.post-1635613869818632830</id><published>2009-03-03T18:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T18:42:42.476-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>95% sure.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  That's the answer I received when I asked my principal if I was being asked back for next year or not. She's 95% sure I will be, but anything is possible. Okay, sounds good. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; This time of year is quite stressful for non-tenure teachers (teachers that have not been teaching in the same place for more than 5 years). This is the time for budget cuts and pink slips. Who would have thought that a pink little piece of paper is the barer of news??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Anyway, that's the latest.  I hope to hear more in the next week or so. Stay tuned!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32456403-1635613869818632830?l=asbeckysworldturns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asbeckysworldturns.blogspot.com/feeds/1635613869818632830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32456403&amp;postID=1635613869818632830' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32456403/posts/default/1635613869818632830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32456403/posts/default/1635613869818632830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asbeckysworldturns.blogspot.com/2009/03/95-sure.html' title=''/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13864878902423873451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LGuLE-9hgds/SKnrIXJOexI/AAAAAAAAABg/TpJYFOfzR-s/S220/IMG_4570.JPG.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32456403.post-1305891063322046857</id><published>2009-02-12T16:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T17:34:50.447-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LGuLE-9hgds/SZTNz5ynM7I/AAAAAAAAAFI/nhWBNaxQ-c0/s200/IMG_0084.JPG.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302088952892044210" /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LGuLE-9hgds/SZTNzjlmAwI/AAAAAAAAAFA/nkE46f7rpkY/s200/IMG_0085.JPG.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302088946931860226" /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LGuLE-9hgds/SZTNzZ-NYyI/AAAAAAAAAE4/xA6IqOUX7VM/s200/IMG_0090.JPG.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302088944350749474" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LGuLE-9hgds/SZTMICaEelI/AAAAAAAAAEo/n2_AYVVKnm4/s200/IMG_0079.JPG.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302087099779152466" /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LGuLE-9hgds/SZTMHnAYOJI/AAAAAAAAAEY/31LBkgDqM2I/s200/IMG_0073.JPG.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302087092423637138" /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LGuLE-9hgds/SZTMInQYVgI/AAAAAAAAAEw/FncgdPMVgAA/s200/IMG_0086.JPG.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302087109670622722" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LGuLE-9hgds/SZTMHZbDQBI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/gQ4RLQ4bS9Q/s200/IMG_0072.JPG.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302087088777412626" /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LGuLE-9hgds/SZTMH8qZ8_I/AAAAAAAAAEg/PshG_VOuFBk/s200/IMG_0077.JPG.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302087098237055986" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LGuLE-9hgds/SZTN0Ke8IzI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/cmPeu4ibETw/s200/IMG_0098.JPG.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302088957372932914" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Dear Readers,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;  I have always been a huge fan of Valentine's Day. As most people think it is a 'Hallmark Holiday', I look at is as a day where you really get to appreciate loved ones. As you should all year round, this day is really special. It's one that is nationwide and everyone seems to be in good spirits on the day of love. Well, until last year...One year ago on Saturday, a tragedy entered my life and the world around me in my school community. If you are unsure of what I am speaking of, it is the shooting at Northern Illinois University. Allow me to tell the story, through my eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; Thursday, February 14, 2008:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;   I was student teaching at a local elementary school. I loved what I was doing and completely appreciating the experience. We were able to dress down that day, to celebrate the holiday. I was not seeing the kiddies that day, for I was in meetings with other staff members. The meeting had just adjourned at 3:30(ish) and I was preparing my lessons for the next day. Word came to the office that there had been a shooting. The speaker grabbed my interest and being a person of details, I naturally asked for more. He had said it occured at NIU. 'NIU?!?!?!', I thought. Was he sure? Was this a rumor? I immediately went to the website and in fact, my worst thought had become reality. My heart sank and I begin to tremble. I immediately thought about my friends who still live on campus. My cooperating teacher allowed me to get home to contact everybody. In the mean time, my phone was ringing off the hook with fellow friends and family members checking in for my safety. It all seemed like a dream, a BAD dream. It truly had not hit me until it was on every news channel. When I saw the campus on television, wrapped in yellow tape, emergency vehicles, people sobbing, blood shed, I began to cry. You see, what most people do not know is where it all happened was footsteps of where I used to live on campus. In fact, my window faced Cole Hall. One of my favorite things to do to relieve my stress of homework is to look out the window and people watch. The same very sight that brought me serenity, now has brought me to tears. I was devastated and inconsolable. ' How could this happen?', I thought over and over. 'Why NIU?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;   What really helped me understand and begin to heal was when I visited campus on February 16th, the Saturday after the tragedy occurred. My heart was broken, I was broken. I was filled with sorrow. The very sight of Cole Hall made my stomach churn. The tears rolled down my face uncontrollably. I visited all the mini memorials, read all the uplifting messages and saw my fellow classmates just as devastated as I was. My thoughts, feelings, tears, sorrow were all validated at that moment. When it was time to head home, I knew it was time to begin healing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;  Here it is, a year later. I think about February 14th, 2008 on a daily basis. As I was not there physically, I certainly was there spiritually. There is a special place in my heart for the five innocent angels whose lives were taken on that day. I pray for them. I pray that they are now in a better place. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;  NIU is hosting a memorial on campus on Saturday. I plan on attending. There is nothing more powerful than to stand with the community and bond in prayer. We all were affected by this tragedy, now we all stand together as we move forward. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;  PS- Happy Valentine's Day !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32456403-1305891063322046857?l=asbeckysworldturns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asbeckysworldturns.blogspot.com/feeds/1305891063322046857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32456403&amp;postID=1305891063322046857' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32456403/posts/default/1305891063322046857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32456403/posts/default/1305891063322046857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asbeckysworldturns.blogspot.com/2009/02/dear-readers-i-have-always-been-ahuge.html' title=''/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13864878902423873451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LGuLE-9hgds/SKnrIXJOexI/AAAAAAAAABg/TpJYFOfzR-s/S220/IMG_4570.JPG.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LGuLE-9hgds/SZTNz5ynM7I/AAAAAAAAAFI/nhWBNaxQ-c0/s72-c/IMG_0084.JPG.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32456403.post-4023538546283745456</id><published>2009-01-16T09:48:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T09:53:36.735-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;One more thing:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;   &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I BELIEVE IN MIRACLES!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;        &lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;        &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;http://www.nytimes.com/2009/01/16/nyregion/16crash.html?th&amp;amp;emc=th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32456403-4023538546283745456?l=asbeckysworldturns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asbeckysworldturns.blogspot.com/feeds/4023538546283745456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32456403&amp;postID=4023538546283745456' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32456403/posts/default/4023538546283745456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32456403/posts/default/4023538546283745456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asbeckysworldturns.blogspot.com/2009/01/one-more-thing-i-believe-in-miracles.html' title=''/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13864878902423873451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LGuLE-9hgds/SKnrIXJOexI/AAAAAAAAABg/TpJYFOfzR-s/S220/IMG_4570.JPG.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32456403.post-1260033603281756839</id><published>2009-01-16T09:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T09:39:08.192-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Hooray for SNOW DAY # 2!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;  Allow me to express my gratitude for my dearest friend Snow Day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt; Dear Snow Day,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;   Thank you for visiting me for the second time this year. I appreciate all you do for me. Although you can be inconsistent at times, you are still a good friend to me. I know you may feel as though you are doing all the work in this friendship. Fear not my friend, I will be visiting you at the end of this year. I think I owe you a two-day visit. Well, I hope you know how much I am grateful for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt; See you soon,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;  Miss Becky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;*************************************************************************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;  Thank you for that exhilarating experience. I feel much better now. On the same subject, I am bittersweet about this snow day. You see, yesterday, when the wind chill was -25, we still had school. I believe a lot of the parents called the superintendent and complained. FYI- it's not just the superintendent's decision. Anyway, a part of me believes that we had the snow day today to make parents happy. Well, what some parents fail to understand is that some kids NEED to be in school, for their homelife is nothing short of a disaster. Some kids do not have the luxury of staying cozy warm in their houses all day.  So as much as I truly appreciate the day off, I still worry about some of my kids and hope their safe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;*************************************************************************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  I CANNOT BELIEVE I FORGOT TO MENTION THIS!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;     I must have been  a VERY good girl this year. Santa granted my wish of a new camera!!!!! :-)  I look forward to taking wonderful, clear pictures (without the battery running out.) Stay tuned!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;   I did however, receive a refurbished camera from the OTHER camera company. Technically I now have two cameras. They will be used, fear not. With all of this good news, I simply do not know what to do with myself!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;    I think I am so excited that I will do my laundry. Have a great, safe day!!! :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32456403-1260033603281756839?l=asbeckysworldturns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asbeckysworldturns.blogspot.com/feeds/1260033603281756839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32456403&amp;postID=1260033603281756839' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32456403/posts/default/1260033603281756839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32456403/posts/default/1260033603281756839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asbeckysworldturns.blogspot.com/2009/01/hooray-for-snow-day-2-allow-me-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13864878902423873451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LGuLE-9hgds/SKnrIXJOexI/AAAAAAAAABg/TpJYFOfzR-s/S220/IMG_4570.JPG.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32456403.post-9054835276444316389</id><published>2009-01-10T15:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T15:40:30.936-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;body {background-image: url("http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u252/cowchick_photos/blog%20layouts/bluebrown.jpg"); background-position: center; background-repeat: no-repeat; background-attachment: fixed; }&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/style&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I love to find humor in most things. Without humor, what is there??? Allow me to share my humorous story. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I have been sick for two and half weeks (not so humorous...). My parents have been pleading with me to go to the doctor. I, being stubborn, keep putting it off and putting it off. Well, today, I had enough and finally broke down. I went to the doctor. As I fought the blizzard, crazy drivers, and not coughing myself into a ditch, I finally arrive. I had to navigate my way through an empty building, following signs through many  deserted hallways. I fully prepared myself to wait a long time to see the doctor. I walk in and there's two people in line. 'Perfect', I think. I sign my name and wait in the lobby. I sit and find myself coughing until my chest hurts and sneezing myself into dizziness. The young lady who called my name to take my insurance information proceeds to ask me, '&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;How are you today???'.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Yep. Real funny...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32456403-9054835276444316389?l=asbeckysworldturns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asbeckysworldturns.blogspot.com/feeds/9054835276444316389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32456403&amp;postID=9054835276444316389' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32456403/posts/default/9054835276444316389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32456403/posts/default/9054835276444316389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asbeckysworldturns.blogspot.com/2009/01/body-background-image-urlhttpi170.html' title=''/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13864878902423873451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LGuLE-9hgds/SKnrIXJOexI/AAAAAAAAABg/TpJYFOfzR-s/S220/IMG_4570.JPG.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32456403.post-8671286841380613846</id><published>2009-01-05T18:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T18:57:44.467-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Appreciation.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;What does it look like: A card, smile, handshake, head-nod, hug, a thank-you? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;How does it feel: warm, fuzzy, disappointing, confused?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;  Yes folks, appreciation can come in many forms; some better than others. I like to show my appreciation towards others, genuinely. For example, I was at a Starbucks (not local) and there were only two people working. The lines were awful. People were complaining they were not being served quick enough. When it was my turn, I did wait about 30 minutes for my beverage, however I proceeded to thank the men who were working so diligently. In fact, they even made my beverage extra well. I am very amazed that even under pressure, these men still produced a great product. When I thanked them and complimented them, I can saw their faces light up like a Christmas tree. Yes, gentlemen, you deserved the appreciation. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; Everyone should feel appreciated. Some people do go above and beyond their duties to make one's day. I appreciate their efforts. If there are readers out there who haven't felt appreciated lately, please know I appreciate you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;  I like to make people's day. There is nothing more rewarding than to see somebody's face light up because you sent them a card, said thank-you, or even smiled.  I like to show people that I care about them, I do these things from my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;  I care. Genuinely. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; Take a few moments to tell somebody how much you care about them, how well they do something, you are thinking about them, you &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt; them...etc. Let them know &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YOU&lt;/span&gt; care. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32456403-8671286841380613846?l=asbeckysworldturns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asbeckysworldturns.blogspot.com/feeds/8671286841380613846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32456403&amp;postID=8671286841380613846' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32456403/posts/default/8671286841380613846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32456403/posts/default/8671286841380613846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asbeckysworldturns.blogspot.com/2009/01/appreciation.html' title=''/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13864878902423873451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LGuLE-9hgds/SKnrIXJOexI/AAAAAAAAABg/TpJYFOfzR-s/S220/IMG_4570.JPG.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32456403.post-4412250789230912616</id><published>2008-12-19T12:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T12:59:59.903-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Dear Readers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;   I finally have done it! After all of these years, I have sat down and changed the background of the blog. Hooray! I am super excited because I love it! I am always up for a change.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; Today has been wonderful. I received a phone call at 5:30 this morning to tell me that school has been cancelled. Good 'ol-fashioned snow day. Yay!  I am guilty of staying in my pajamas and lounging around the house. Okay, I know I am supposed  to be doing things, but considering my 'holiday break' has begun early, I now have 15 days to complete my tasks. One of the major task I would like to get accomplished is to get a new camera. This one I have is driving me bonkers. I would love to post pictures from my classroom, but I can't :-(. Maybe Santa Claus will bring me another one. We will see!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; For now, I am going to rejoice in this day and be thankful I do not have to drive in this icky weather. Have a happy day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32456403-4412250789230912616?l=asbeckysworldturns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asbeckysworldturns.blogspot.com/feeds/4412250789230912616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32456403&amp;postID=4412250789230912616' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32456403/posts/default/4412250789230912616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32456403/posts/default/4412250789230912616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asbeckysworldturns.blogspot.com/2008/12/dear-readers-i-finally-have-done-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13864878902423873451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LGuLE-9hgds/SKnrIXJOexI/AAAAAAAAABg/TpJYFOfzR-s/S220/IMG_4570.JPG.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32456403.post-4821702987142084674</id><published>2008-12-11T17:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T17:27:25.131-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Patience is a virtue. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;  Well, with my little guys ( two in particular) my patience is being stretched to it's limits. I know they do not know any better, but I am so exhausted after their group! Their behaviors are absolutely unacceptable. They have such behaviors like non-compliance, mocking, swearing, hitting, kicking..etc (boy, the list goes on!) I love them both very much, but boy, do I ask God everyday to renew my patience with them. When they are separated, each are both angels, perfect students even. When they are together, it's awful. Unfortunately, they are grouped together most of the time because of ability level. My hopes for them are they learn to grow and grow to learn. I know all they need some TLC, but it's sometimes difficult to deliver that loving feeling when their behaviors are so awful. I love the challenge, but I need to do some serious reflecting on how to approach this situation in a loving manner. At this point, one little saying comes to mind.:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  God grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change, courage to change things I can, and wisdom to know the difference.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-size: 13px; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-size: 13px; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-size: 13px; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-size: 13px; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-size: 13px; "&gt;As the holiday season is upon us, take time to enjoy the snowflakes on your fingertips, the winter air in your lungs, and the beautiful spirit that comes with the holidays. Smile!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-size: 13px; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-size: 13px; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-size: 13px; "&gt;With something to think about, I must tend to my laundry and lesson plans. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-size: 13px;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32456403-4821702987142084674?l=asbeckysworldturns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asbeckysworldturns.blogspot.com/feeds/4821702987142084674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32456403&amp;postID=4821702987142084674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32456403/posts/default/4821702987142084674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32456403/posts/default/4821702987142084674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asbeckysworldturns.blogspot.com/2008/12/patience-is-virtue.html' title=''/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13864878902423873451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LGuLE-9hgds/SKnrIXJOexI/AAAAAAAAABg/TpJYFOfzR-s/S220/IMG_4570.JPG.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32456403.post-320387054042322799</id><published>2008-11-23T16:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T16:52:05.519-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happiest Thanksgiving to you!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;   I know it's a tad early, but I will be out of town for Thanksgiving. My mom and I are driving to Missouri to celebrate the feast with friends of our family. We get to spend time on the farm, eat, drink, and be merry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  As I like to do every year, I wish to make a list of things that I am thankful for this year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;   *I am thankful for my family, they are always there to support me in anything I do. They are the best!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;   * I am thankful for my friends- (Edgar)- they are always there for me when I am in need.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;   * I am thankful to have a new sister-in-law. I have never had a sister before so this is a good change in life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  * I am thankful for a wonderful boyfriend. He and I have been through a lot over the years and I couldn't be happier to be with him!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  * I am thankful for the job of my dreams. I am doing exactly what I dreamed I would be doing. I am fortunate to have my talent with kids. The kiddies make me want to go to work everyday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  * I am thankful for my health. I do monitor it and try to make the right choices. So far, I am doing a good job.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; * I am thankful to be me. I love who I am and who I have become as a person. I certainly look forward to the person I will be in ten years. (Stay tuned!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Now, it's your turn, what are you thankful for? Think deeply this year.  Are you thankful for the person who serves you coffee in the morning? The person who you let you merge into traffic when you are running late? The person who puts a smile on your face? The book that you simply cannot put down? The movie you can watch over and over again and still laugh/cry?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Remember one little piece of advice: Smiles are contagious. I encourage you as the holidays are upon us, to make eye contact with somebody and give them the most sincere smile you can. Watch their response.  9/10 times, that person will return the gesture. (Pay it forward???)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have a good week. Enjoy the holiday feast. Happy Thanksgiving!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32456403-320387054042322799?l=asbeckysworldturns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asbeckysworldturns.blogspot.com/feeds/320387054042322799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32456403&amp;postID=320387054042322799' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32456403/posts/default/320387054042322799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32456403/posts/default/320387054042322799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asbeckysworldturns.blogspot.com/2008/11/happiest-thanksgiving-to-you-i-know-its.html' title=''/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13864878902423873451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LGuLE-9hgds/SKnrIXJOexI/AAAAAAAAABg/TpJYFOfzR-s/S220/IMG_4570.JPG.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32456403.post-7982056365339862741</id><published>2008-11-14T18:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T19:01:05.564-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt; Have you told anybody lately that you loved them?  Try it. Not only will you feel better, but you will certainly make that person's day. Guaranteed. (Thanks, Dave!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;  On another note. I need to do a little shot-out to my Dad. He is like my super-duper number one supporter. Not only is he a fabulous cook, a patient listener, great adviser, but he is MY DAD! I am a lucky girl to have a Dad like him. He always looks out for my best interest, even when I don't want to hear it. He is also super flexible too. This past week, I had to take my car in for some repairs. My Dad took it upon himself to wake up early and make sure I had  a ride to school. He is so super fabulous. (He also picked me up too.) So, Dad, much Kudos to you. You are a great Dad, a leader, role model, and a friend. Thanks, Dad. I LOVE YOU!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt; P.O.H.F&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32456403-7982056365339862741?l=asbeckysworldturns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asbeckysworldturns.blogspot.com/feeds/7982056365339862741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32456403&amp;postID=7982056365339862741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32456403/posts/default/7982056365339862741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32456403/posts/default/7982056365339862741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asbeckysworldturns.blogspot.com/2008/11/have-you-told-anybody-lately-that-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13864878902423873451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LGuLE-9hgds/SKnrIXJOexI/AAAAAAAAABg/TpJYFOfzR-s/S220/IMG_4570.JPG.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32456403.post-3788302915905374509</id><published>2008-11-11T16:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T16:21:52.981-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.thecutestblogontheblock.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Dear Readers,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;   It has been brought to my attention that the link I posted earlier is not working. Thank you for your comments and concerns. I strongly invite you to try this link. It should work and it will be worth your time.  Check out the comment section, it's posted there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;  Feel free to leave me your thoughts on this.  Also, if you have any videos of the like, I would be interested in viewing them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;  I will post more at a later time. I must tend to the dinner dishes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt; Enjoy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;             &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32456403-3788302915905374509?l=asbeckysworldturns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asbeckysworldturns.blogspot.com/feeds/3788302915905374509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32456403&amp;postID=3788302915905374509' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32456403/posts/default/3788302915905374509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32456403/posts/default/3788302915905374509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asbeckysworldturns.blogspot.com/2008/11/dear-readers-it-has-been-brought-to-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13864878902423873451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LGuLE-9hgds/SKnrIXJOexI/AAAAAAAAABg/TpJYFOfzR-s/S220/IMG_4570.JPG.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32456403.post-5100392764090876890</id><published>2008-11-07T18:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T19:05:34.125-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This week has been a bit rough. Meetings, paperwork, collaboration, lesson planning.. AHH! There is not enough time in the day. I am still learning, and I have to remember that. I love my job. It's ironic because I have always found myself to be an 'instant-gratification' kind of gal but in this instance, I love the challenge of seeking out little improvements. Boy, does it take patience! Most people say it takes patience to do my job. I agree. I must admit, though, there are those times when I feel myself becoming less patient with my kiddies. In those instances, I take a deep breath, close my eyes, and re-group. If I didn't do that, I probably would be pulling my hair out. These kiddies need so much support in and out of the classroom. I love all of my kiddies and I would take them all home with me, if given the chance. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; I am lucky to have a great support system for myself. My parents have been wonderful about letting me talk about my day and getting it out of my head. Dave has been fabulous about listening when I need to talk and providing encouraging words to keep me going (thanks!).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Thanksgiving is coming up and I plan on posting about things I am thankful for. I have begun the list already. I am very lucky to have great friends, family members, my dream job, chocolate... etc  the list will go on! Stay tuned.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; For that I bid farewell. I must tend to my lesson planning. (Yes, teachers do lesson planning on Friday nights.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Enjoy the cold weather! (I NEED SUNSHINE!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32456403-5100392764090876890?l=asbeckysworldturns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asbeckysworldturns.blogspot.com/feeds/5100392764090876890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32456403&amp;postID=5100392764090876890' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32456403/posts/default/5100392764090876890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32456403/posts/default/5100392764090876890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asbeckysworldturns.blogspot.com/2008/11/this-week-has-been-bit-rough.html' title=''/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13864878902423873451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LGuLE-9hgds/SKnrIXJOexI/AAAAAAAAABg/TpJYFOfzR-s/S220/IMG_4570.JPG.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32456403.post-7137059371996380879</id><published>2008-11-02T15:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T15:18:22.776-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.thecutestblogontheblock.com/" target="_blank"&gt;D&lt;/a&gt;ear Readers,&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;   I was just checking my email, as I do on a daily basis and I came across this last one. I do enjoy forwarded messages every so often and some I do in fact ignore. This one, I could not pass up. It drew my attention to it. Please click on the link and watch the whole thing. This is something close to my heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Thanks,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Becky &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=th6Njr-gkg0&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32456403-7137059371996380879?l=asbeckysworldturns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asbeckysworldturns.blogspot.com/feeds/7137059371996380879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32456403&amp;postID=7137059371996380879' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32456403/posts/default/7137059371996380879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32456403/posts/default/7137059371996380879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asbeckysworldturns.blogspot.com/2008/11/d-ear-readers-i-was-just-checking-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13864878902423873451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LGuLE-9hgds/SKnrIXJOexI/AAAAAAAAABg/TpJYFOfzR-s/S220/IMG_4570.JPG.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32456403.post-2553806118885799297</id><published>2008-10-27T15:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T15:29:06.995-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;body {background-image: url("http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u252/cowchick_photos/blog%20layouts/bluebrown.jpg"); background-position: center; background-repeat: no-repeat; background-attachment: fixed; }&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/style&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Oh My,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;  I feel as though I have not done this in awhile. Oh wait, I am right, it's been almost three weeks. Yeeps. I can probably come up with a thousand-and-two reasons as to why I haven't written but bottom line, I am just lazy. Let's see.. a lot has happened since the last post:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; My brother got married.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; I got my hair cut.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; My boyfriend took me to a fabulous crab dinner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; A new student joined my class. ( I may be losing another...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; I got an ipod shuffle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; I attended NIU's homecoming (Go Huskies!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; A lot has happened since my last post, but a lot more is to come. I am planning a vacation for spring break (may be  even Christmas too!). I need one already. Summer cannot come quick enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Speaking of weather...umm... snow??? In October?!?!  Grumbles. Time to move to a warmer climate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Well, this is brief, but I will elaborate on some topics at another time. It's dinner time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32456403-2553806118885799297?l=asbeckysworldturns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asbeckysworldturns.blogspot.com/feeds/2553806118885799297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32456403&amp;postID=2553806118885799297' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32456403/posts/default/2553806118885799297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32456403/posts/default/2553806118885799297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asbeckysworldturns.blogspot.com/2008/10/body-background-image-urlhttpi170.html' title=''/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13864878902423873451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LGuLE-9hgds/SKnrIXJOexI/AAAAAAAAABg/TpJYFOfzR-s/S220/IMG_4570.JPG.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32456403.post-7367936351182489516</id><published>2008-10-06T17:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T17:49:00.509-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Time to get on my soapbox, watch out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;  Student loans? They're awful. I am sorry I even had to utilize them. Well, I did not have  much of  a choice. Anyhow, since I graduated, they gave me (and everybody) a  grace period of six months. Well you do not have to be a math major to figure out that my sixth month mark is quickly approaching. I tried to call and consolidate my loans today.  Guess what?!? They stopped consolidating loans in April 2008 (before I graduated). Lucky me. The lady said I would have to make many payments a month. Keep in mind they all equal to over 5oo dollars a month!!! 5oo dollars a month?!?!?  Who has that kind of money laying around. I don't So after crying and pleading with the lady, she offered me to lower my monthly payment. So I did and now I pay significantly less than 500 dollars per month. PHEW! Payments begin in December. I know it extended the amount of months I will be paying, but at least the amount per month is lowered for awhile. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;  The point of me explaining all of this is to lead into my ranting and raving moment. You see, I went to college to better myself.  Making better wages, saving more money, goal-setting, developing financial independence...etc...  As much as I appreciate my college degree, I certainly feel overwhelmed by this debt. If it were in fact were to stay at 500 dollars (plus) per month, that would have taken up most of my income per month. That's not exactly what I imagined financial stability to be.  This deserves a 'grumbles' moment. ::Sigh::  I know all will be fine, but until I truly get things figured out, I am totally lost in the world of numbers and negotiation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt; Life must move on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt; Speaking of lives, my brother is getting married in 6 days.  Wow, time does fly by. It seems like yesterday they just got engaged. That's going to be quite a party. I will be sure to write about it after the event. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;With that, enjoy the evening. Mine will be filled with laying out clothes for tomorrow and heading to bed.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32456403-7367936351182489516?l=asbeckysworldturns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asbeckysworldturns.blogspot.com/feeds/7367936351182489516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32456403&amp;postID=7367936351182489516' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32456403/posts/default/7367936351182489516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32456403/posts/default/7367936351182489516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asbeckysworldturns.blogspot.com/2008/10/time-to-get-on-my-soapbox-watch-out.html' title=''/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13864878902423873451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LGuLE-9hgds/SKnrIXJOexI/AAAAAAAAABg/TpJYFOfzR-s/S220/IMG_4570.JPG.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32456403.post-8564615292056876989</id><published>2008-10-05T16:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T16:59:49.677-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>  What a weekend!  Friday night my friend from California came in, so I took her out. Before we went out, I must mention that my boyfriend made dinner for me. He prepared crab legs...yum! He surprised me!!! What a sweetheart! (Thanks, Dave!) Saturday was my boyfriend's parents' 25th wedding anniversary party AND my brother's soon-to-be bride's bachelorette party. Needless to say I am wiped out today. This week is forecasted to be not as busy as previous ones, so I hope to be home at a decent hour after school. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;   I have to do laundry and get ready for the day tomorrow. Enjoy what's left of this weekend!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32456403-8564615292056876989?l=asbeckysworldturns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asbeckysworldturns.blogspot.com/feeds/8564615292056876989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32456403&amp;postID=8564615292056876989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32456403/posts/default/8564615292056876989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32456403/posts/default/8564615292056876989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asbeckysworldturns.blogspot.com/2008/10/what-weekend-friday-night-my-friend.html' title=''/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13864878902423873451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LGuLE-9hgds/SKnrIXJOexI/AAAAAAAAABg/TpJYFOfzR-s/S220/IMG_4570.JPG.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32456403.post-7472397110119235430</id><published>2008-09-28T17:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T17:34:01.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LGuLE-9hgds/SOAerNSloWI/AAAAAAAAAD4/E5Cl3o-ug3s/s1600-h/IMG_4656.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LGuLE-9hgds/SOAerNSloWI/AAAAAAAAAD4/E5Cl3o-ug3s/s320/IMG_4656.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251230893164831074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; I just want to document this day in history. This is the longest my hair has ever been in my life. I love the length some days, but others I cannot wait to shave  my head. After my brother's wedding, I plan on shortening the length (despite some peoples' opinions) I value people's opinions, but these people are not with me in the mornings when I have to actually style my hair. It's not naturally straight and leaving it curly all the time is boring.  I have found a few styles that I like so maybe I can compromise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-size: 13px;"&gt; Also, this week I am heading back to the gym. I haven't been there in a month and half and I truly miss it.  I am going tomorrow, right after school. I NEED to do it. I worked really hard over the summer to build my fitness level and I do not want to see my efforts go to waste. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-size: 13px;"&gt;  I have  a new blog game. It's called I DID NOT.  Here's how it is played: make a list of statements of events that actually happened. These statements are things you wouldn't like to admit otherwise. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-size: 13px;"&gt; Here's mine:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-size: 13px;"&gt;1.) I did not eat two Oreo cookies today, after knowing I ate a cupcake earlier in the day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-size: 13px;"&gt;2.) I did not buy two new pairs of shoes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-size: 13px;"&gt;3.) I did not take a well-needed nap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-size: 13px;"&gt;4.) I did not accidentally trip over my kitty cat this morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-size: 13px;"&gt;5.) I did not curse out the rude lady  when she didn't hold the door open for me, as I was holding a bunch of groceries. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-size: 13px;"&gt; Phew. I feel so much better. Try it, hopefully you will feel better too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-size: 13px;"&gt; Well, I am actually staying home this evening. I plan on laying my clothes out for tomorrow and then cuddling up in bed. I am sure my kitty cat will join me.  I hope to be sleeping by 10p.m. Let's see how well that works out. . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-size: 13px;"&gt;Have a good week! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32456403-7472397110119235430?l=asbeckysworldturns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asbeckysworldturns.blogspot.com/feeds/7472397110119235430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32456403&amp;postID=7472397110119235430' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32456403/posts/default/7472397110119235430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32456403/posts/default/7472397110119235430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asbeckysworldturns.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-just-want-to-document-this-day-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13864878902423873451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LGuLE-9hgds/SKnrIXJOexI/AAAAAAAAABg/TpJYFOfzR-s/S220/IMG_4570.JPG.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LGuLE-9hgds/SOAerNSloWI/AAAAAAAAAD4/E5Cl3o-ug3s/s72-c/IMG_4656.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32456403.post-7955848723455520809</id><published>2008-09-24T17:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T18:07:13.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LGuLE-9hgds/SNrgraEvgMI/AAAAAAAAADo/wihNFndJCsI/s1600-h/IMG_4645.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LGuLE-9hgds/SNrgraEvgMI/AAAAAAAAADo/wihNFndJCsI/s320/IMG_4645.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249755351991943362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LGuLE-9hgds/SNrgrr6u0UI/AAAAAAAAADw/vkPwEAlYnV8/s1600-h/IMG_4646.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LGuLE-9hgds/SNrgrr6u0UI/AAAAAAAAADw/vkPwEAlYnV8/s320/IMG_4646.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249755356781793602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LGuLE-9hgds/SNrfuayuOUI/AAAAAAAAADg/u6kIHcomBV0/s1600-h/IMG_4647.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LGuLE-9hgds/SNrfuayuOUI/AAAAAAAAADg/u6kIHcomBV0/s320/IMG_4647.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249754304212777282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; And the Cutest Kitty Award goes to...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  Umm.. who else besides my kitty cat?!?! Her name is Natasha. I call her Kitty Witty, Tossseeey Wosseey.  Isn't she not the cutest, chubbiest kitty you have ever seen? This is what I come home to everyday. She loves when I come home and take a nap!!! She doesn't like it when I come home and check my email. Hence, the pictures above. Apparently, I wasn't paying enough attention to her. I love this little kitty!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; On a side note, this has been a busy week. I have been coming home from school at 6, minimally.  I am wiped out!!! I cannot wait for FRIDAY.. IT cannot come quick enough.  I have a dentist appointment tomorrow that I forgot to cancel. Oops! I guess I will have to face getting a couple cavities filled...after work, of course. Is it summer vacation yet???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32456403-7955848723455520809?l=asbeckysworldturns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asbeckysworldturns.blogspot.com/feeds/7955848723455520809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32456403&amp;postID=7955848723455520809' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32456403/posts/default/7955848723455520809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32456403/posts/default/7955848723455520809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asbeckysworldturns.blogspot.com/2008/09/and-cutest-kitty-award-goes-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13864878902423873451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LGuLE-9hgds/SKnrIXJOexI/AAAAAAAAABg/TpJYFOfzR-s/S220/IMG_4570.JPG.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LGuLE-9hgds/SNrgraEvgMI/AAAAAAAAADo/wihNFndJCsI/s72-c/IMG_4645.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32456403.post-2455053645438245131</id><published>2008-09-20T15:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T15:31:31.279-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;what a fabulous weekend! The weather has been absolutely wonderful. I hope the higher temperatures last just a little longer. I am not ready for winter season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I was fortunate to be able to spend some time with my boyfriend. I always look forward to it.  His sense of humor can be quarky at times, but some of the things he comes up with has me laughing for hours, sometimes days. He's definetly a good person to call when I am having a bad day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I know this is a short post but I am about to go out for dinner. We are then going to my brother's new apartment.  I'll post again later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32456403-2455053645438245131?l=asbeckysworldturns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asbeckysworldturns.blogspot.com/feeds/2455053645438245131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32456403&amp;postID=2455053645438245131' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32456403/posts/default/2455053645438245131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32456403/posts/default/2455053645438245131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asbeckysworldturns.blogspot.com/2008/09/what-fabulous-weekend-weather-has-been.html' title=''/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13864878902423873451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LGuLE-9hgds/SKnrIXJOexI/AAAAAAAAABg/TpJYFOfzR-s/S220/IMG_4570.JPG.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32456403.post-8920835704654598604</id><published>2008-09-17T18:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T19:13:39.258-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt; Oh yes, this thing that casts shadows on the ground returns today. I am informed that it is called sunshine. This concept is fairly new, seeing as how we haven't had sunshine in days/weeks. Hooray for sunshine!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt; I miss the sunshine in California.  It was 110 degrees and bee-a-u-ti-ful. I layed out and tried to soak up as much of it as possible. I wish it was  still summer. This fall stuff has got to go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The meeting went fairly well with the principal today. I still know that there is more conflict to come, but I will deal with that as it comes. School is getting busier. Behaviors are becoming more of an issue with my kiddies. My one little guy cannot seem to hold it together. I really feel sorry for him because  I know he cannot help it, but in the same way these behaviors have to be minimized ASAP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to say I have bug bite on the the bottom of my jawline, closer to my earlobe. It's a little obtrusive, itchy, and obnoxious. Plus, at first glimpse, it looks like a hickey..bad for business..lol  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;I know this post if full of randomness. I don't really have much going on this week. I have been waking up at exactly 6am (before my alarm) and going to bed at 10:00.  My kitty cat has enjoyed the stability of my schedule. She enjoys me coming home around 4:30p.m. and going to bed at 10pm. She doesn't really like me waking up early, though. Often times it's tempting to lay in bed 5 minutes longer, just for her.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt; Enjoy the rest of the week.... Friday is just around the corner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32456403-8920835704654598604?l=asbeckysworldturns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asbeckysworldturns.blogspot.com/feeds/8920835704654598604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32456403&amp;postID=8920835704654598604' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32456403/posts/default/8920835704654598604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32456403/posts/default/8920835704654598604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asbeckysworldturns.blogspot.com/2008/09/oh-yes-this-thing-that-casts-shadows-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13864878902423873451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LGuLE-9hgds/SKnrIXJOexI/AAAAAAAAABg/TpJYFOfzR-s/S220/IMG_4570.JPG.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32456403.post-7563839195027232059</id><published>2008-09-16T14:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T14:45:54.675-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I need help. I saw this thing today. It has been around all day and I cannot figure out what it is. Ya see, when I walk outside, it makes everything bright and causes everything to have a shadow. This is a strange phenomenon to me. I feel like I have seen it before, but I just can't put my finger on it.... hhmm any idea?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Today has been a bit stressful. Because I am a new teacher, I feel the need to build a good rapport with the other teachers in the building. I would also expect my principal to support me. Well, today wasn't so. It's very frustrating to be in my field because everything changes. Because of that, I often seek out my principal to clarify what's what and who's who. Long story short, I have a meeting with my principal first thing in the morning to discuss this matter. In my mind, simply not acceptable. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is going to be a long week. God, help me get through this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32456403-7563839195027232059?l=asbeckysworldturns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asbeckysworldturns.blogspot.com/feeds/7563839195027232059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32456403&amp;postID=7563839195027232059' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32456403/posts/default/7563839195027232059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32456403/posts/default/7563839195027232059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asbeckysworldturns.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-need-help.html' title=''/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13864878902423873451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LGuLE-9hgds/SKnrIXJOexI/AAAAAAAAABg/TpJYFOfzR-s/S220/IMG_4570.JPG.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32456403.post-4533436368401338904</id><published>2008-09-15T14:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T14:14:02.228-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I feel like a million bucks! It's amazing what a little Tylenol, Nyquil, Vicks, cough drops and sleep can do!!! YAY!&lt;br /&gt; The week just started and already I am ready for the weekend.  I have been in meetings, but I would rather be with my kiddies in the classroom. I missed them today. I won't see them again until Wednesday. It seems so far away!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Things have been well lately. My boyfriend (just recently..long story) took me out to dinner on Friday night. THEN went shopping with me on Saturday. He is so fabulous for doing so. In return, I took him to go see the new Nicholas Cage movie, Bangcok Dangerous. He totally deserved it. Men and shopping do not always make a good combination. If you are reading this, thanks so much for being so wonderful!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Well, the countdown has begun: 27 days until my brother gets married. Yay for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Hope everybody is able to get to where they are going without having to swim or use a canoe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32456403-4533436368401338904?l=asbeckysworldturns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asbeckysworldturns.blogspot.com/feeds/4533436368401338904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32456403&amp;postID=4533436368401338904' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32456403/posts/default/4533436368401338904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32456403/posts/default/4533436368401338904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asbeckysworldturns.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-feel-like-million-bucks-its-amazing.html' title=''/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13864878902423873451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LGuLE-9hgds/SKnrIXJOexI/AAAAAAAAABg/TpJYFOfzR-s/S220/IMG_4570.JPG.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32456403.post-453011839148582945</id><published>2008-09-09T18:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T18:59:34.370-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Allow to me make mention that everytime the weather changes, I get sick. That being said, I am sick. This cold came on practically overnight. I was not feeling any symptoms whatsoever. Rediculous! Teaching is not the business to be sick, even though it's the easiest profession to get sick. Ironic... Anyway, it really only has been less than a month and I catch a cold. This is going to be a loooooong year.  Needless to say, I'm a little groggy right now. I will make it an early night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Speaking of school, I have been trying to make my schedule for two weeks now and I keep having to switch it for some reason or another. Teachers have been asking when services are going to begin, but they are the first ones to complain when I have to remove their child from class. Lose-lose situation. Oh well, such as life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I apologize for the last post--completely empty. I am trying to change the background of the blog and have yet to be successful. I really don't care for the same-old templates blogger offers. Any ideas? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight to all. Hopefully I will be a little bit more clear-headed tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32456403-453011839148582945?l=asbeckysworldturns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asbeckysworldturns.blogspot.com/feeds/453011839148582945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32456403&amp;postID=453011839148582945' title='35 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32456403/posts/default/453011839148582945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32456403/posts/default/453011839148582945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asbeckysworldturns.blogspot.com/2008/09/allow-to-me-make-mention-that-everytime.html' title=''/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13864878902423873451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LGuLE-9hgds/SKnrIXJOexI/AAAAAAAAABg/TpJYFOfzR-s/S220/IMG_4570.JPG.JPG'/></author><thr:total>35</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32456403.post-1085528455966983921</id><published>2008-09-04T17:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T17:01:19.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;body {background-image: url("http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u252/cowchick_photos/blog%20layouts/bluebrown.jpg"); background-position: center; background-repeat: no-repeat; background-attachment: fixed; }&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/style&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="tag" style="position:absolute; left:0px; top:30px; z-index:50; width:150px; height:45px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thecutestblogontheblock.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.thecutestblogontheblock.com/images/tag.jpg" border="0"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32456403-1085528455966983921?l=asbeckysworldturns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asbeckysworldturns.blogspot.com/feeds/1085528455966983921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32456403&amp;postID=1085528455966983921' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32456403/posts/default/1085528455966983921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32456403/posts/default/1085528455966983921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asbeckysworldturns.blogspot.com/2008/09/body-background-image-urlhttpi170.html' title=''/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13864878902423873451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LGuLE-9hgds/SKnrIXJOexI/AAAAAAAAABg/TpJYFOfzR-s/S220/IMG_4570.JPG.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32456403.post-5398167784093977186</id><published>2008-09-04T16:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T16:49:28.287-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The weather is not my favorite today. Boo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I have to say, I am going to bed A LOT earlier than ever expected. Last night, I was in bed by 9:15. Total opposite than while being in college, that's for sure. My mom says it's because I have a 'real job'. I hardly think it's a job. It's what I love to do and that's why I knock out so early. All day, I am running around-organizing, chatting with teachers, attending meetings, seeing the kiddies, and completing paperwork. As these are not difficult tasks, they can be mentally draining. I wouldn't trade any minute of it. Even though I may come home overwhelmed, I love it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Funny story: I was testing the kiddies on their reading ability. One of my little guys (2nd grade) was chatting with me and I happen to notice he got a haircut. Of course I mentioned it to him and how it looks nice. He replies "Don't you worry, it will grow back!!!" I thought I was going to fall off the chair laughing. How cute is he?!?!? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Slightly off-topic, yet somewhat related. I have to brag a bit. While in college, I had two really good friends in my major. We did everything together. Ate, worked on projects, hung out, laughed, cried, partied...lol  Anyway, neither of them graduated with me in May. They both opted to push graduation back a semester. That being said, they are student-teaching now, while I am working in the real world. Occasionally, I get phone calls with concerns from them- they're scared, nervous, unsure..etc. Of course I reassure them. Today, one of them called slightly panicked. His supervisor observed him today and his evaluation wasn't the best. He was a little down in the dump about it, but after talking awhile, his spirits seemed to be lifting. Toward the end of the conversation, he made a point to mention how proud of me he is and how sad he is that we weren't able to graduate together. He said he's glad that I have always been there to boost him up after a bad day. He especially misses my organizational skills... lol  How awesome of a friend is he?!?!?!???!!!!!!!! That made me feel really good today. :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32456403-5398167784093977186?l=asbeckysworldturns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asbeckysworldturns.blogspot.com/feeds/5398167784093977186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32456403&amp;postID=5398167784093977186' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32456403/posts/default/5398167784093977186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32456403/posts/default/5398167784093977186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asbeckysworldturns.blogspot.com/2008/09/weather-is-not-my-favorite-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13864878902423873451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LGuLE-9hgds/SKnrIXJOexI/AAAAAAAAABg/TpJYFOfzR-s/S220/IMG_4570.JPG.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32456403.post-5051361523497207041</id><published>2008-09-02T16:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T16:37:38.937-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is my second week with the kiddies and I am still loving it. Although I have yet to actually spend time in my classroom with them, I do enjoy bopping into their classroom to say hello. Today we began progress monitoring. Basically, the kiddies from all the grade levels complete reading tasks (reading a passage, saying letter sounds, naming letters...etc..) and we track their progress using a palm pilot. Pretty awesome! We will complete the testing tomorrow. Then, we compile the data and track individual progress, as well as by grade level. This then helps me create goals for the kids. That's my job in a nutshell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Totally off the subject, I went to the dentist today. I have been having issues with wisdom teeth. Yucky. The dentist took an x-ray and revealed that in fact the pain is from the wisdom teeth, but also three cavities. I have to set up a consultation for the oral surgeon for the wisdom teeth. More than likely, I can wait to have them pulled because of their location. They are not quite through the gums yet, but the way they are positioned, each of them are still by the main nerve. Basically, if the oral surgeon attempts to pull them now, he could mess up the nerve. This will lead to me not having feeling in my mouth. I think MAYBE it's a good idea to deal with the pain I have now, then to not feel anything for the rest of my life. Even trade, I suppose. When I do have them pulled, I have to strategically plan it so that I will have recovery time. Being a first year teacher, I am granted 12 sick days, but I don't think it's a good idea to be taking all of them right away; it's kind of frowned upon.  Anyway, good news is that I will survive. Haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I feel like I have so much to say (even with the pain in my mouth), but I cannot think of anything else.  Oh yes, the  weather today? Absolutely wonderful!!!! I should have been laying out, instead of being inside.  Speaking of weather (another minor side-note) If anybody has friends or family members living in Louisiana, my thoughts are prayers go out to them. This must be a scary time for all of those people who are in Hurricane Gustav's path. Hang in there, be strong.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32456403-5051361523497207041?l=asbeckysworldturns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asbeckysworldturns.blogspot.com/feeds/5051361523497207041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32456403&amp;postID=5051361523497207041' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32456403/posts/default/5051361523497207041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32456403/posts/default/5051361523497207041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asbeckysworldturns.blogspot.com/2008/09/this-is-my-second-week-with-kiddies-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13864878902423873451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LGuLE-9hgds/SKnrIXJOexI/AAAAAAAAABg/TpJYFOfzR-s/S220/IMG_4570.JPG.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32456403.post-3850420781903594970</id><published>2008-08-30T14:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T14:41:49.028-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I love dollar stores! I just got home from a fantastic shopping day with my grandma and mom. We spent some time at Yorktown mall, and Oakbrook area. I bought some cute 'career' clothes, my grandma accessorized for my brother's wedding, and my mom just came along for the ride. Additionally, I spent a good amount of time at the dollar store. I spent 24 dollars ( tax exempt for being a teacher). For that amount of money, I purchased 7 supplemental activity books, 4 rulers, a set of 50 erasers, one pack of 414 ct Hot Wheels stickers, 1 pack of Tigger stickers, 1 binder, 2 packs of supplemental card games ( 3 games per pack), binder clips, permanent markers, 2 packs of colored index cards and a mini 3-drawer organizer. Can you believe it?!?!?  I love being a teacher!!!!! My kids are going to love it all!!!!!!  Because I am such a bargain shoppers, I am absolutely in my glory right now. This is fabulous. Also, I stopped into the store The Chalkboard. This store is a 'teacher store'. I spent about 9 dollars there, but again, it's tax-free and all for the kiddies. I enjoy the store, but I would rather go to the dollar store. I cannot tell you how awesome it feels to see resource out there for teachers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; More to come!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32456403-3850420781903594970?l=asbeckysworldturns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asbeckysworldturns.blogspot.com/feeds/3850420781903594970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32456403&amp;postID=3850420781903594970' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32456403/posts/default/3850420781903594970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32456403/posts/default/3850420781903594970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asbeckysworldturns.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-love-dollar-stores-i-just-got-home.html' title=''/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13864878902423873451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LGuLE-9hgds/SKnrIXJOexI/AAAAAAAAABg/TpJYFOfzR-s/S220/IMG_4570.JPG.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32456403.post-6677552164218648464</id><published>2008-08-26T17:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T17:31:19.467-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What a fabulous day!!!!  Remember when you were in grade school and it was the first day???? I was able to relive those days with the students. Their faces were priceless. It almost brought a tear to my eye to see their eagerness and sparkles in their eyes. It definitely brought me back to my school days.&lt;br /&gt; I cannot wait for the kindergarten students to begin their school days (tomorrow). I cannot express in words how I felt when the hallways and classrooms were filled with smiling faces. Speaking of good moments, I have one to share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  In my building and district there are A LOT of teachers who have been there since the beginning of time. I particularly enjoy this because it means job security for me ...lol jk. On a serious note, it feels like a family among the teachers. As a first year, it is intimidating to start in a building filled with veteran teachers. I am fortunate that if there was anything I needed, I can go to any of the teachers for help. That makes me feel relieved. Anyway, back to the good moment. I was sitting at my table this morning going over some minimal paperwork, when this teacher came in. Now, because it is the beginning of the year, most teachers bop in just to see the room and how it is decorated. This particular teacher did comment on the room but also requested my help in her classroom. MY HELP???!?!!!?!  I nearly fell off the chair. I was completely ecstatic and eager to assist. She has students in her classroom that are ESL (english as a second language). She asked for my assistance (being that I am a resource teacher) to help planning her lessons to reach all of her ability levels. Again, as a first year teacher, sometimes it is difficult to earn the respect of veteran teachers so for her to seek me out and ask for my assistance, I truly felt accomplished. This moment, along with seeing the student for the first time, made my day. :-)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know there will be many more of these great moments, so stay tuned!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Ps- Although is has been extremely sunny, I am a little disappointed with the weather changes. Waking up to a chill in the air and dew on my car is not a good sign. Where's my 90 degree and sunshine weather?  Enjoy and smile! :o)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32456403-6677552164218648464?l=asbeckysworldturns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asbeckysworldturns.blogspot.com/feeds/6677552164218648464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32456403&amp;postID=6677552164218648464' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32456403/posts/default/6677552164218648464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32456403/posts/default/6677552164218648464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asbeckysworldturns.blogspot.com/2008/08/what-fabulous-day-remember-when-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13864878902423873451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LGuLE-9hgds/SKnrIXJOexI/AAAAAAAAABg/TpJYFOfzR-s/S220/IMG_4570.JPG.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32456403.post-2697711109592972725</id><published>2008-08-24T15:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T15:33:04.952-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LGuLE-9hgds/SLHeQq4C6lI/AAAAAAAAADA/j8mdjugw_WQ/s1600-h/IMG_0252.JPG.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LGuLE-9hgds/SLHeQq4C6lI/AAAAAAAAADA/j8mdjugw_WQ/s320/IMG_0252.JPG.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238212219577231954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LGuLE-9hgds/SLHeQ4WJAOI/AAAAAAAAADI/3R26sTwcz4k/s1600-h/IMG_0257.JPG.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LGuLE-9hgds/SLHeQ4WJAOI/AAAAAAAAADI/3R26sTwcz4k/s320/IMG_0257.JPG.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238212223193120994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LGuLE-9hgds/SLHeRXOAKeI/AAAAAAAAADQ/aIuUg1E3jec/s1600-h/IMG_0262.JPG.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LGuLE-9hgds/SLHeRXOAKeI/AAAAAAAAADQ/aIuUg1E3jec/s320/IMG_0262.JPG.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238212231480486370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LGuLE-9hgds/SLHeR9VfAJI/AAAAAAAAADY/wJRcuDKdPc0/s1600-h/IMG_0265.JPG.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LGuLE-9hgds/SLHeR9VfAJI/AAAAAAAAADY/wJRcuDKdPc0/s320/IMG_0265.JPG.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238212241712414866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  This is the first semester in 3 years I do not have to worry about moving back to school. It's a weird feeling when all of my friends are moving and I am staying at home... I found these pictures in my camera and figured now would be a good time to share them. The people in the pictures are just SOME of my friends from NIU.  I am going to miss hanging out with everybody on a weekly(daily) basis. It's crazy all the people I met while in college. Each and every person helped me be the person I am today. I love you Neptune East Even  (4th floor love!)  I wish all of you a successful semester. I hope it's filled with parties, fun, cramming for tests and great times.  I hope all of you know that I am only a phone call away. Please don't forget about me, just because I am an old career lady.  Love you guys!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32456403-2697711109592972725?l=asbeckysworldturns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asbeckysworldturns.blogspot.com/feeds/2697711109592972725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32456403&amp;postID=2697711109592972725' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32456403/posts/default/2697711109592972725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32456403/posts/default/2697711109592972725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asbeckysworldturns.blogspot.com/2008/08/this-is-first-semester-in-3-years-i-do.html' title=''/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13864878902423873451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LGuLE-9hgds/SKnrIXJOexI/AAAAAAAAABg/TpJYFOfzR-s/S220/IMG_4570.JPG.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LGuLE-9hgds/SLHeQq4C6lI/AAAAAAAAADA/j8mdjugw_WQ/s72-c/IMG_0252.JPG.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32456403.post-1462134895302015614</id><published>2008-08-22T20:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T20:31:20.204-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LGuLE-9hgds/SK-ERtYmJXI/AAAAAAAAACY/Js9HRQG0iWU/s1600-h/IMG_4630.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LGuLE-9hgds/SK-ERtYmJXI/AAAAAAAAACY/Js9HRQG0iWU/s320/IMG_4630.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237550331430577522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LGuLE-9hgds/SK-ER8RjYqI/AAAAAAAAACg/0CI4GBVEuU4/s1600-h/IMG_4629.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LGuLE-9hgds/SK-ER8RjYqI/AAAAAAAAACg/0CI4GBVEuU4/s320/IMG_4629.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237550335427568290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LGuLE-9hgds/SK-ESako9gI/AAAAAAAAACo/6KybNniyEPY/s1600-h/IMG_4628.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LGuLE-9hgds/SK-ESako9gI/AAAAAAAAACo/6KybNniyEPY/s320/IMG_4628.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237550343560689154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LGuLE-9hgds/SK-ES7hHbfI/AAAAAAAAACw/WKbnAI-Zwaw/s1600-h/IMG_4627.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LGuLE-9hgds/SK-ES7hHbfI/AAAAAAAAACw/WKbnAI-Zwaw/s320/IMG_4627.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237550352404278770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LGuLE-9hgds/SK-ETXqo-AI/AAAAAAAAAC4/gLsuIomlOpk/s1600-h/IMG_4626.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LGuLE-9hgds/SK-ETXqo-AI/AAAAAAAAAC4/gLsuIomlOpk/s320/IMG_4626.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237550359960418306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32456403-1462134895302015614?l=asbeckysworldturns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asbeckysworldturns.blogspot.com/feeds/1462134895302015614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32456403&amp;postID=1462134895302015614' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32456403/posts/default/1462134895302015614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32456403/posts/default/1462134895302015614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asbeckysworldturns.blogspot.com/2008/08/blog-post_22.html' title=''/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13864878902423873451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LGuLE-9hgds/SKnrIXJOexI/AAAAAAAAABg/TpJYFOfzR-s/S220/IMG_4570.JPG.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LGuLE-9hgds/SK-ERtYmJXI/AAAAAAAAACY/Js9HRQG0iWU/s72-c/IMG_4630.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32456403.post-3784168251546757763</id><published>2008-08-20T18:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T18:56:36.015-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This teacher thing is catchy.  I think I will stick with this for awhile... :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  The kiddies come on Tuesday. Even though we have early release days Tuesday and Wednesday, it will be a joy to see the hallways filled with little ones. Monday we have an institute day and Friday is their first- full day. My principal is amazing! She has helped me out so much thus far. I really fell into good hands. I am glad I followed my intuition, instead of being greedy. ( I am still working on pictures..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Other than school, things are going well. We just had a bridal shower on Saturday for my brother and his soon-to=be wife. All went well... the usual  eat, smile, open gifts, eat cake, go home. The countdown has begun. I believe it's a month and a half. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy the weather, as it will disappear soon. Yay for sunshine!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32456403-3784168251546757763?l=asbeckysworldturns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asbeckysworldturns.blogspot.com/feeds/3784168251546757763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32456403&amp;postID=3784168251546757763' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32456403/posts/default/3784168251546757763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32456403/posts/default/3784168251546757763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asbeckysworldturns.blogspot.com/2008/08/this-teacher-thing-is-catchy.html' title=''/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13864878902423873451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LGuLE-9hgds/SKnrIXJOexI/AAAAAAAAABg/TpJYFOfzR-s/S220/IMG_4570.JPG.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32456403.post-4239314593090614318</id><published>2008-08-18T14:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T14:24:06.755-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am official. I received my badge from the district today. Yippeee! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I was working in my classroom after orientation today and I have to say I wish I had a fairy godmother. My fairy godmother would grant me three wishes. My first wish would be to set up my room so that it is kid-friendly and organized. My second wish would be to have a never-ending wardrobe and my third wish would be for my previous teachers to see me now. &lt;br /&gt;  I am sure they would be so proud. Particularly, Ms. Jalove. My fourth grade teacher. She allowed me to be the teacher's helper, grade papers, rearrange the room..etc... She's the reason I am a teacher today. I would love for her to see me now. I am sure she would be proud. If you're out there, please contact me! :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Anyway, things are going well. I am overwhelmed with setting up my room because there are boxes and papers everywhere. The file cabinets look like a tornado hit them. Yeeps. Long days and nights at school are foreseen. My mentor teacher is great. She is actually the Speech-Language Pathologist in the school. Wendy and I will be working closely with each other (besides being mentor/protege). We will be sharing kids as apart of the special education field. All will be fine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; With that, I am going to relax and do some laundry. I have a pretty easy day tomorrow. More orientation but we have more time to spend in the classroom. Hopefully I will get some pictures posted soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32456403-4239314593090614318?l=asbeckysworldturns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asbeckysworldturns.blogspot.com/feeds/4239314593090614318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32456403&amp;postID=4239314593090614318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32456403/posts/default/4239314593090614318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32456403/posts/default/4239314593090614318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asbeckysworldturns.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-am-official.html' title=''/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13864878902423873451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LGuLE-9hgds/SKnrIXJOexI/AAAAAAAAABg/TpJYFOfzR-s/S220/IMG_4570.JPG.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32456403.post-8217294882568566930</id><published>2008-08-15T19:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T19:34:10.317-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LGuLE-9hgds/SKY8fk1mVwI/AAAAAAAAAA0/7EMgN0x-Eto/s1600-h/IMG_0287.JPG.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LGuLE-9hgds/SKY8fk1mVwI/AAAAAAAAAA0/7EMgN0x-Eto/s320/IMG_0287.JPG.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234938130026878722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LGuLE-9hgds/SKY8gRAqzHI/AAAAAAAAAA8/j_SZhQPoM7M/s1600-h/IMG_0435.JPG.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LGuLE-9hgds/SKY8gRAqzHI/AAAAAAAAAA8/j_SZhQPoM7M/s320/IMG_0435.JPG.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234938141884468338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LGuLE-9hgds/SKY8g_KuufI/AAAAAAAAABE/GAR1H16Bubc/s1600-h/IMG_4605.JPG.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LGuLE-9hgds/SKY8g_KuufI/AAAAAAAAABE/GAR1H16Bubc/s320/IMG_4605.JPG.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234938154274699762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LGuLE-9hgds/SKY8hRF9gwI/AAAAAAAAABM/DFcPHxPyr8c/s1600-h/IMG_4602.JPG.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LGuLE-9hgds/SKY8hRF9gwI/AAAAAAAAABM/DFcPHxPyr8c/s320/IMG_4602.JPG.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234938159086535426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LGuLE-9hgds/SKY8h1oL72I/AAAAAAAAABU/7qhivIFgKpg/s1600-h/IMG_4570.JPG.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LGuLE-9hgds/SKY8h1oL72I/AAAAAAAAABU/7qhivIFgKpg/s320/IMG_4570.JPG.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234938168893763426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32456403-8217294882568566930?l=asbeckysworldturns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asbeckysworldturns.blogspot.com/feeds/8217294882568566930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32456403&amp;postID=8217294882568566930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32456403/posts/default/8217294882568566930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32456403/posts/default/8217294882568566930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asbeckysworldturns.blogspot.com/2008/08/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13864878902423873451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LGuLE-9hgds/SKnrIXJOexI/AAAAAAAAABg/TpJYFOfzR-s/S220/IMG_4570.JPG.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LGuLE-9hgds/SKY8fk1mVwI/AAAAAAAAAA0/7EMgN0x-Eto/s72-c/IMG_0287.JPG.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32456403.post-4139209513111931880</id><published>2008-08-15T18:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T19:24:52.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dear Blog,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   I deeply apologize for neglecting you for so long. I wish I had a good excuse as to why my last post was almost a year ago. Shame on me. I swear it was a combination of factors like time, inspiration, time..did  I mention time???  Please forgive me and allow me to provide an update. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Congratulations to me! I graduated!!!!! Hooray. I begin teaching in a couple weeks. I have been moving into my classroom all week. The feeling is surreal. I continuously remind myself all of this hard work has payed off. When I first walked into my room, there was furniture everywhere. My eyes fell out of my head. Luckily, I am sharing the room with the ESL (english as a second language) teacher. This is her first year in the district, as well as my first year teaching.  We are going to make a good team, I feel it. Her and I worked our tails off to set the classroom up so it actually appears to be an environment of learning instead of storage closet. The resource teacher before me left boxes upon boxes of stuff. I feel like it's Christmas. I opened almost every box to see what's inside. I have never been so excited about posters, staplers, markers, and books. I love it all!!!! :-)  As I was going through the boxes of student books and papers, I came to the conclusion that I have not a clue as to what I am doing. I am sure this is a typical response for first-year teachers ( I hope...). My principal is outstanding. I cannot wait to begin this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, I did a bit of traveling this summer. In May, I visited Montreal and Quebec City. Very beautiful. I also took a road trip to California. My friend Heather got a job in Victorville so we drove out there. We went through Iowa, Nebraska, Colorado, Utah, Arizonia, Nevada, and California. Total it took us four days of driving to reach our destination. Such an awesome trip! I love road trips. Maybe next time I will go to the east coast....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; One more thing. My brother is getting married in a couple months. This has been a long journey. Makes me want to run down the aisle tomorrow ( sarcasm).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Overall, things have been busy since the last post. I promise to be more diligent about posting. Thanks to all of those people who have reminded me about my inactive blog. It really inspired me to find time to post. I miss it and certainly enjoy sharing my thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Until next time... Smile! :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32456403-4139209513111931880?l=asbeckysworldturns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asbeckysworldturns.blogspot.com/feeds/4139209513111931880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32456403&amp;postID=4139209513111931880' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32456403/posts/default/4139209513111931880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32456403/posts/default/4139209513111931880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asbeckysworldturns.blogspot.com/2008/08/dear-blog-i-deeply-apologize-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13864878902423873451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LGuLE-9hgds/SKnrIXJOexI/AAAAAAAAABg/TpJYFOfzR-s/S220/IMG_4570.JPG.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32456403.post-3371301941285129966</id><published>2007-10-21T19:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T19:25:41.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LGuLE-9hgds/RxwJKeqCvMI/AAAAAAAAAAk/VHz8hT7LPz8/s1600-h/tigger.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LGuLE-9hgds/RxwJKeqCvMI/AAAAAAAAAAk/VHz8hT7LPz8/s320/tigger.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123980551673527490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      If there is one thing most people need to know about me is that I love Tigger. I have a whole collection of Tigger paraphernalia. I know that I can always count on him to put a smile on my face. I am still a kid at heart and nobody can ever take that away from me.  :-)   Happy Living!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32456403-3371301941285129966?l=asbeckysworldturns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asbeckysworldturns.blogspot.com/feeds/3371301941285129966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32456403&amp;postID=3371301941285129966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32456403/posts/default/3371301941285129966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32456403/posts/default/3371301941285129966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asbeckysworldturns.blogspot.com/2007/10/if-there-is-one-thing-most-people-need.html' title=''/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13864878902423873451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LGuLE-9hgds/SKnrIXJOexI/AAAAAAAAABg/TpJYFOfzR-s/S220/IMG_4570.JPG.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LGuLE-9hgds/RxwJKeqCvMI/AAAAAAAAAAk/VHz8hT7LPz8/s72-c/tigger.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32456403.post-1454220100208499343</id><published>2007-08-18T19:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-18T20:01:24.619-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LGuLE-9hgds/RsewDkoVEMI/AAAAAAAAAAc/KEn4FoJiUks/s1600-h/golden-gate-bridge-picture.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LGuLE-9hgds/RsewDkoVEMI/AAAAAAAAAAc/KEn4FoJiUks/s320/golden-gate-bridge-picture.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100238678439301314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Here it is in all its glory, the Golden Gate Bridge.  For those of you who do not know, I just returned from a week's stay in San Francisco.  What a wonderful city.  I traveled there with my grandmother and we enjoyed ourselves completely. The only thing I wish I would've done was to hang out at a local cafe and people watch. I like to observe people and their behavior, especially when trying to learn about a culture in a different city.  Boy, I wonder what people would say about Chicago-ians.  In any event, I hiked up and down the hills of the city, visited Alcatraz, rode the cable cars, and walked Pier 39. Simply amazing.  It was refreshing to be out of Illinois and across the country for a bit. I must say, one of the main observations was the price of food.  I became very familiar with the Denny's and noticed that prices were almost doubled in San Francisco, than here in Illinois. For two people, we were spending an average of anywhere 25 to 30 dollars a meal... at DENNY'S!  I was shocked.The gas prices were about the same.. 3.25 per gallon, for the unleaded. The city is great, but not my cup of tea in terms of permanent residence. I am hoping to retrieve the pictures off of my camera phone soon.  When (if) this happens, I will be sure to post them for all to see. It is times like this I wish I had a digital camera.  I am behind the times in terms of technology; we'll save that for another post.  &lt;br /&gt; I hope all is well in the cyber- blogging world. Enjoy what is left of the summer, it sure is flying by!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32456403-1454220100208499343?l=asbeckysworldturns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asbeckysworldturns.blogspot.com/feeds/1454220100208499343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32456403&amp;postID=1454220100208499343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32456403/posts/default/1454220100208499343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32456403/posts/default/1454220100208499343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asbeckysworldturns.blogspot.com/2007/08/here-it-is-in-all-its-glory-golden-gate.html' title=''/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13864878902423873451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LGuLE-9hgds/SKnrIXJOexI/AAAAAAAAABg/TpJYFOfzR-s/S220/IMG_4570.JPG.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LGuLE-9hgds/RsewDkoVEMI/AAAAAAAAAAc/KEn4FoJiUks/s72-c/golden-gate-bridge-picture.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32456403.post-3136531121664679812</id><published>2007-07-13T10:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-13T10:35:33.234-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I encourage all of you to view Pink's video for the song, Dear Mr. President. &lt;br /&gt;  If this isn't the truth, I don't know what is.  Thank you, Pink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jm5AO4S04r4&amp;NR=1&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32456403-3136531121664679812?l=asbeckysworldturns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asbeckysworldturns.blogspot.com/feeds/3136531121664679812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32456403&amp;postID=3136531121664679812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32456403/posts/default/3136531121664679812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32456403/posts/default/3136531121664679812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asbeckysworldturns.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-encourage-all-of-you-to-view-pinks.html' title=''/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13864878902423873451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LGuLE-9hgds/SKnrIXJOexI/AAAAAAAAABg/TpJYFOfzR-s/S220/IMG_4570.JPG.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32456403.post-6751699904246550602</id><published>2007-06-04T07:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T08:08:10.212-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I heard the most fascinating statement not too long ago. Someone stated that in order to make God laugh, tell him your plans. At first I got a little kick out of it because it seemed so vague.  Then, I realized that I was really thinking about the statement for the rest of the day. By the end of the day I came to the conclusion that it's true.  I mean, who would have thought that my Dad would be an Orthodox priest? He was born Catholic and he had a great job at the Federal Reserve Bank.  Ironic, but very true.  God does have a plan for everybody, whether people choose to accept it or not.  Yes, I am going to Northern to become a special educator, but who knows where life is going to take me? Sooner or later I will find what God has in store for me. As my Dad mentioned in his sermon yesterday, all I can do is open my heart and pray.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32456403-6751699904246550602?l=asbeckysworldturns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asbeckysworldturns.blogspot.com/feeds/6751699904246550602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32456403&amp;postID=6751699904246550602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32456403/posts/default/6751699904246550602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32456403/posts/default/6751699904246550602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asbeckysworldturns.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-heard-most-fascinating-statement-not.html' title=''/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13864878902423873451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LGuLE-9hgds/SKnrIXJOexI/AAAAAAAAABg/TpJYFOfzR-s/S220/IMG_4570.JPG.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32456403.post-4240782409813890306</id><published>2007-05-08T12:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-08T12:43:20.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LGuLE-9hgds/RkDQos12P4I/AAAAAAAAAAU/jUp7epDcS7o/s1600-h/sun.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 175px; height: 175px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LGuLE-9hgds/RkDQos12P4I/AAAAAAAAAAU/jUp7epDcS7o/s320/sun.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062275378814795650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The sun is my best friend. I found this picture and could not resist adding it to the blog.  Isn't it cute?  Haha.  I had an awesome weekend of spending time with the family. There really is no place like home.  I certianly use it as a release of my day-to-day routine. I am glad I was able to hang out with my parents. They're the coolest!  I can't wait to be home for the summer.. only a few more days of this craziness.&lt;br /&gt; I only have three semesters left of college- two academic and one student teaching.  Where does the time go? I have made a ton of great friends and memories. I would not have it any other way.&lt;br /&gt; I hope everyone has a chance to relax and enjoy some of this sunshine.  We have so much to be thankful for. Why not add sunshine and great days to our list??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32456403-4240782409813890306?l=asbeckysworldturns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asbeckysworldturns.blogspot.com/feeds/4240782409813890306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32456403&amp;postID=4240782409813890306' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32456403/posts/default/4240782409813890306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32456403/posts/default/4240782409813890306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asbeckysworldturns.blogspot.com/2007/05/sun-is-my-best-friend.html' title=''/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13864878902423873451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LGuLE-9hgds/SKnrIXJOexI/AAAAAAAAABg/TpJYFOfzR-s/S220/IMG_4570.JPG.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LGuLE-9hgds/RkDQos12P4I/AAAAAAAAAAU/jUp7epDcS7o/s72-c/sun.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32456403.post-2534436801867755770</id><published>2007-04-27T20:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-27T21:00:07.024-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What an amazingly relaxing day it has been.  I literally did nothing today. Well, actually I had a great dinner this fine evening.  I had great company too.  I am bummed that the weather wasn't a little better.  I hear it is supposed to be in the seventies.  I can't wait.  This rain is great and all, but this girl needs some sunshine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I am taking one of many certification tests tomorrow afternoon.  This exam is the Learning Behavior Specialist certification.  Basically, this is what the major is all about.  I am excited and nervous at the same time.  I have a great support behind me so I know that no matter what happens, I am going to do my best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Okay, so I have been invited to go to a Cubs game.  My family are Sox fans.  Choices choices.  Hmm.....   The game isn't until July so I guess I have some time to deliberate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Until then, I hope everybody is enjoying what is left of April because it's going to be over before we know it.  Lots of Love! &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32456403-2534436801867755770?l=asbeckysworldturns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asbeckysworldturns.blogspot.com/feeds/2534436801867755770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32456403&amp;postID=2534436801867755770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32456403/posts/default/2534436801867755770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32456403/posts/default/2534436801867755770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asbeckysworldturns.blogspot.com/2007/04/what-amazingly-relaxing-day-it-has-been.html' title=''/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13864878902423873451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LGuLE-9hgds/SKnrIXJOexI/AAAAAAAAABg/TpJYFOfzR-s/S220/IMG_4570.JPG.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32456403.post-6641178149416340464</id><published>2007-04-23T11:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T11:34:26.537-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Isn't it amazing how a cell phone can be the best invention ever and an evil enemy the next? I also say that about the WheatThins box.  It was great because they are soo tasty, but not so great when I happen to get a box-cut. If you don't know what a box cut is, imagine a paper cut and multiply then pain by three.  Ouch!&lt;br /&gt;  Back to the cell phone thing.  You see, I just switched carriers from Sprint to Cingular.  Yay for me!  I like my new phone and all, but I am having problems figuring some things out. I suppose it will give me something to do during class. Also, did you notice that with phones, the wrong person always happens to call and the person you want to call, doesn't? We have all been there. I am not going into detail about it, but just know that I am going through that now. Grumble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Wow, another beautiful day.  I celebrated the weather by taking the little boys I babysit for to the park for almost two hours today.  They had such a good time and that made me happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Enjoy this weather and remember to smile.  After all, smiles are contagious! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32456403-6641178149416340464?l=asbeckysworldturns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asbeckysworldturns.blogspot.com/feeds/6641178149416340464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32456403&amp;postID=6641178149416340464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32456403/posts/default/6641178149416340464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32456403/posts/default/6641178149416340464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asbeckysworldturns.blogspot.com/2007/04/isnt-it-amazing-how-cell-phone-can-be.html' title=''/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13864878902423873451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LGuLE-9hgds/SKnrIXJOexI/AAAAAAAAABg/TpJYFOfzR-s/S220/IMG_4570.JPG.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32456403.post-5346853365897783015</id><published>2007-04-21T10:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-21T10:29:14.941-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LGuLE-9hgds/RipJzi6patI/AAAAAAAAAAM/UokZZG04XQw/s1600-h/buddy+icon.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 109px; height: 109px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LGuLE-9hgds/RipJzi6patI/AAAAAAAAAAM/UokZZG04XQw/s320/buddy+icon.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055934681571748562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a beautiful day!  I truly enjoy these days when the sun is shining bright and there is not a cloud in the sky.  I feel like a kid, wanting to go and play at the park.   Anybody want to join? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I certainly cannot await for the flowers to bloom.  My favorite flower is the Gerbera Daisy.  I love this type because of the vibrancy of the flower. They come in any color or size.  They are simply unique in their own way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I hope that everyone can stop and smell the roses every once in awhile. Enjoy the sunshine!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32456403-5346853365897783015?l=asbeckysworldturns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asbeckysworldturns.blogspot.com/feeds/5346853365897783015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32456403&amp;postID=5346853365897783015' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32456403/posts/default/5346853365897783015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32456403/posts/default/5346853365897783015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asbeckysworldturns.blogspot.com/2007/04/what-beautiful-day-i-truly-enjoy-these.html' title=''/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13864878902423873451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LGuLE-9hgds/SKnrIXJOexI/AAAAAAAAABg/TpJYFOfzR-s/S220/IMG_4570.JPG.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LGuLE-9hgds/RipJzi6patI/AAAAAAAAAAM/UokZZG04XQw/s72-c/buddy+icon.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32456403.post-822059814779179695</id><published>2007-04-16T15:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T15:29:27.448-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Could this really be spring? With all of that snowy weather we had not too long ago, I almost forgot what nice weather was like.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  Just an update:   I am well into my last clinical of my college career.  This clinical consists of working with students with developmental disabilities.  In other words, these students are extremely low-functioning.  I was hesitant at first, but I am coming around to like it.  I still would not choose this level to teach, but I am glad to have experience.  I feel like I am learning a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  My parents have moved, again. Now, when I speak of my family, I refer to us as the nomads.  Seriously, we need to stop moving.  We just moved to Wheaton about two and a half years ago from Orland Park (Orland Hills). Now, we moved in the same complex, just different apartment. This is a lot of moves.  Keep in mind that I still have to move to-and-from school every semester.  What a hectic lifestyle!  haha.  It does keep things interesting though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I certainly hope this weather hangs around for awhile. I, myself really enjoy feeling a slight breeze and the sun warming my skin.  Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32456403-822059814779179695?l=asbeckysworldturns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asbeckysworldturns.blogspot.com/feeds/822059814779179695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32456403&amp;postID=822059814779179695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32456403/posts/default/822059814779179695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32456403/posts/default/822059814779179695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asbeckysworldturns.blogspot.com/2007/04/could-this-really-be-spring-with-all-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13864878902423873451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LGuLE-9hgds/SKnrIXJOexI/AAAAAAAAABg/TpJYFOfzR-s/S220/IMG_4570.JPG.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32456403.post-117304924034474049</id><published>2007-03-04T14:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T15:00:40.356-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Time to vent. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    I am so tired of the jokes that I receive for being a Special Ed. major.  People are so ingorant to the career.  It disturbs me the comments I have heard about my major. The ironic part is there isn't a certain age range of people who make the rude comments.  I have had young and older (like my dad's age) crack 'jokes' about it.  Personally, these jokes are disrespectful.  Having someone in my family AND knowing that I will be teaching students with lower abilities, I take offense to the comments. &lt;br /&gt;   Go ahead accounting majors, learn your numbers.  Marketing majors, learn how to sell.  Computer Engineering majors, learn your software. Do YOUR business and let me do mine. We are all here for reasons.  No major is better than the other.  Special Education is not equivalent to easy or less stressful.  What are you going to do if your child has special needs?????????  Who will be cracking the jokes then?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32456403-117304924034474049?l=asbeckysworldturns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asbeckysworldturns.blogspot.com/feeds/117304924034474049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32456403&amp;postID=117304924034474049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32456403/posts/default/117304924034474049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32456403/posts/default/117304924034474049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asbeckysworldturns.blogspot.com/2007/03/time-to-vent.html' title=''/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13864878902423873451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LGuLE-9hgds/SKnrIXJOexI/AAAAAAAAABg/TpJYFOfzR-s/S220/IMG_4570.JPG.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32456403.post-117237624680449282</id><published>2007-02-24T20:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-24T20:04:06.803-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Okay, sorry for that awful font color in the last posting.  I did not realize the new template kicked in.  The changes do appear pretty awesome!!!!   Should I keep it?  Yay/ Nay? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32456403-117237624680449282?l=asbeckysworldturns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asbeckysworldturns.blogspot.com/feeds/117237624680449282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32456403&amp;postID=117237624680449282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32456403/posts/default/117237624680449282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32456403/posts/default/117237624680449282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asbeckysworldturns.blogspot.com/2007/02/okay-sorry-for-that-awful-font-color.html' title=''/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13864878902423873451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LGuLE-9hgds/SKnrIXJOexI/AAAAAAAAABg/TpJYFOfzR-s/S220/IMG_4570.JPG.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32456403.post-117237609496880102</id><published>2007-02-24T19:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-24T20:01:34.986-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; Okay, so I have been trying to change the layout of the blog and I have been unsuccessful thus far.  I want to change it to a premade template that looks super cool but it is not allowing me.  Tears. Oh well.  So I am sitting in my room (no roommate all semester!! yippee!)  and looking out the window.  The campus looks great with a blanket of snow covering the grounds.  The creek that runs through the campus just finally became unfrozen with the great weather we had last weekend. Of course, it is frozen once again.  I cannot wait until spring. I feel like we have been in the winter season for two years.&lt;br /&gt;I have been burrowed in my blankets all day.  It has been a well-deserved relaxation day.  I officially blocked this weekend off as "Becky's Weekend" I refuse to allow myself to do anything other than things I WANT to do.  What a difference it makes!!! I feel I have been on a mental retreat to the bahamas or something.  AHH!&lt;br /&gt;   I was on one of my friend's websites the other day and found this poem:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Californian FB;font-size:100%;color:#000000;"   &gt;ISU girls are pretty&lt;br /&gt;Northwestern girls are smart&lt;br /&gt;But it takes a  Northern girl&lt;br /&gt;To win a fellas heart&lt;br /&gt;Eastern girls are dirty&lt;br /&gt;Western  girls are hoes&lt;br /&gt;But when you want a hot girl&lt;br /&gt;Dekalb is where to go &lt;br /&gt;Any man who reads this&lt;br /&gt;Truly has to know&lt;br /&gt;That if you have a Northern  girl&lt;br /&gt;Dont ever let her go...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I thought it showed some school pride.  tee hee hee   It is true though, NIU girls are quite amazing.  If you are one, then you know what I am talking about.  If not, I deeply apologize for choosing a not-so-awesome school.  Just kidding!!!!   Well, I believe I am going to finish off my relaxation day with a good chik flik.  Take Care!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32456403-117237609496880102?l=asbeckysworldturns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asbeckysworldturns.blogspot.com/feeds/117237609496880102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32456403&amp;postID=117237609496880102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32456403/posts/default/117237609496880102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32456403/posts/default/117237609496880102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asbeckysworldturns.blogspot.com/2007/02/okay-so-i-have-been-trying-to-change.html' title=''/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13864878902423873451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LGuLE-9hgds/SKnrIXJOexI/AAAAAAAAABg/TpJYFOfzR-s/S220/IMG_4570.JPG.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32456403.post-117185017615663187</id><published>2007-02-18T17:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-18T17:56:16.166-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wow, have not done this in awhile. Let me see, it has been a pretty laid-back semester thus far.  I feel like I am a slacker, compared to last semester.  I think a lot of this slacker-like feelings are spawned from the fact I am accustomed to pre-student teaching clinicals.  These require me to wake up at 4:45am twice a week.  I am placed in Machesney Park, IL (north of Rockford).  I feel like I am placed in Wisconsin.  It takes us about an hour each way.  I did just complete my student teaching application for next spring.  We have to fill it out a year in advance just because of the high competition among different universities for student teacher placements.  I requested the Wheaton, Carol Stream, Glen Ellyn area.  I certainly hope I get placed close to home. The time is whizzing by!!!! &lt;br /&gt;  As for other things going on in my life, I am stuck in a pickle.  You see, the beginning of this school year, I broke up with my boyfriend.  Our schedules conflicted way too much and there was just no room for a relationship in my school program.  We have been close since we were eighteen.  We remained close this whole entire time.  He stood by me, despite my decision to break it off.  He has been amazing and patient with me during my times of stress.  That poor guy and all the stuff I put him through.  I were him, I would have dumped me a LONG time ago.  lol. Well, ever since I broke up with him, I miss him dearly.  He was the best! My parents love him and of course just want me to be happy and sane.  Anything I choose to do, they will back me up. Here's the pickle:  the obvious answer is to get back together with him (for my mom's sanity) lol BUT I still face my school program until 2008.  We have been seeing a lot of each other.  We have tried dating other people, but somehow we end up back to each other.  What do I do?!?!?!?!!  Mom, any suggestions?  jk. If it was up to my mom, him and I would be engaged, married with a child on the way.  It's TRUE!  Just do not tell her I said so, she will get the wrong idea and think I am pregnant or something...lol  I &lt;3 you mom!  Well, that's the dilemma.  Any suggestions?  I do feel like I am in high school trying to get advice from my friends.  Why is this so complicated?!?!?!?!?!?  Grumble.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32456403-117185017615663187?l=asbeckysworldturns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asbeckysworldturns.blogspot.com/feeds/117185017615663187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32456403&amp;postID=117185017615663187' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32456403/posts/default/117185017615663187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32456403/posts/default/117185017615663187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asbeckysworldturns.blogspot.com/2007/02/wow-have-not-done-this-in-awhile.html' title=''/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13864878902423873451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LGuLE-9hgds/SKnrIXJOexI/AAAAAAAAABg/TpJYFOfzR-s/S220/IMG_4570.JPG.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32456403.post-116909752675204259</id><published>2007-01-17T21:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T21:18:46.773-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am back at school once again.  YAY for new semesters!  I am super excited for this one because I have two clinicals.  One is for high school and the other one will be for lower functioning students (ie- students in wheelchairs, mentally handicapped, etc) AND I am excited because so far I do not have a roommate!  My dreams have come true!!!! I can't get my hopes up just yet, but boy is this quite a surprise for me. I &lt;3 it.  Slowly but surely I have been taking over the whole room.. I deserve this, that's for sure.  &lt;br /&gt;  Do you believe in second chances?  Well let me tell you, I am beginning to.  You see, I had difficulties with a certain professor last spring.  So much so, I was almost delayed a semester because of it.  We really had it out.  I had to go to the Department Chair and everything.. it was messy.  Low and behold, I pick my classes for this semester and guess who I get as a professor?  You got it! Talk about awkwardness.  I have not spoken to her since our last confrontation.   Well, instead of turning this semester into a disaster because of it, I decided to take the mature step and to email her and apologize for any unnecessary conflict that was caused from our last meeting. I figured if anything, at least I tried to step up to the plate and handle this in a professional manner.   Hopefully she can see my attempt and look past our bump in the road and move on to have a successful semester.  She has yet to email be back, but hopefully we can get this resolved.   Second chance? &lt;br /&gt;We will see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32456403-116909752675204259?l=asbeckysworldturns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asbeckysworldturns.blogspot.com/feeds/116909752675204259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32456403&amp;postID=116909752675204259' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32456403/posts/default/116909752675204259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32456403/posts/default/116909752675204259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asbeckysworldturns.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-am-back-at-school-once-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13864878902423873451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LGuLE-9hgds/SKnrIXJOexI/AAAAAAAAABg/TpJYFOfzR-s/S220/IMG_4570.JPG.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32456403.post-116685526418268025</id><published>2006-12-22T22:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-22T22:27:44.200-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The semester has ended!  I have not earned the 4.0 I had intentions on, however I did end up with a 3.75 .  All because of one teacher, bummer.  Oh well life goes on I suppose.  I now have a little over a year until this is all over and the real world begins.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  As for now, I just got home from seeing the movie, "The Holiday".  What a fantastic movie.  I do not normally cry in movies, but this one, I was dropping the tears.  Very much a chik flik, but I think guys can def. get something out of it.  I want the movie when it comes out on DVD. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  So I got to thinking about this movie and all. It really had some excellent points in it.  The movie was set up where the emotions that I really hide were verbalized.  I was astonished!  On another note, it really emphasizes Christmas and how important it is to spend it with the ones you love, even if it means by yourself.  Given, I will not be spending my holiday in England alone, but I will be spending it with the ones I love.  It would be nice to have a date this holiday, but beggars can't be choosers I suppose.  Plus, being single and all, who needs a date when I can have two or three anyway?  lol : )  I'm funny.  Well, I am  going to get to bed. Farewell!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32456403-116685526418268025?l=asbeckysworldturns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asbeckysworldturns.blogspot.com/feeds/116685526418268025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32456403&amp;postID=116685526418268025' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32456403/posts/default/116685526418268025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32456403/posts/default/116685526418268025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asbeckysworldturns.blogspot.com/2006/12/semester-has-ended-i-have-not-earned-4.html' title=''/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13864878902423873451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LGuLE-9hgds/SKnrIXJOexI/AAAAAAAAABg/TpJYFOfzR-s/S220/IMG_4570.JPG.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32456403.post-116604575229648437</id><published>2006-12-13T13:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T13:35:52.310-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I did it. Today is the day that I finished my education clinicals for the semester. My evaluations went well. As far as I know, I will be continuing onto bigger and brighter things.  (a.k.a- clinicals next semester :o) More importantly, I grew an attachment to my students. One in particular, Jennifer.  When she found out it was my last day today, she cried. It was sweet.  It took everything inside of me not to cry myself.  I am going to miss all of the boys and girls at Nashold Elementary in third grade.  Each and every one of them had an impact on me, whether they knew it or not.  I know  I am on the right track with my education.  It just feels right. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I would love to blab on about this, but I am not feeling so well. I am going to take this opportunity to rest.  I will publish more at another time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32456403-116604575229648437?l=asbeckysworldturns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asbeckysworldturns.blogspot.com/feeds/116604575229648437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32456403&amp;postID=116604575229648437' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32456403/posts/default/116604575229648437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32456403/posts/default/116604575229648437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asbeckysworldturns.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-did-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13864878902423873451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LGuLE-9hgds/SKnrIXJOexI/AAAAAAAAABg/TpJYFOfzR-s/S220/IMG_4570.JPG.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32456403.post-116568840228510030</id><published>2006-12-09T10:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-09T10:20:02.296-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It is a small world!  Let me explain (not like one is needed, but I am sure it would help). My dad used to work at the Federal Reserve Bank in Chicago, his rank was a captain.  Anyway, my dad's best friend Bill worked there too (still does).  Bill is the one who is the connection to all of this. Somehow, Bill and this other person, Jim,(who also worked at the Federal Reserve) got on the subject about Jim working at Otto's (a bar here at school) Bill knows that I attend Northern so he mentioned my name.  Obviously Jim didn't know me, but then requested that I should go in and introduce myself.  At the time this happened, I wasn't 21. So to make a long story short, if possible, I went to Otto's last night and met this guy.  He is sooo wonderful!  Not only did I get my drinks for free, but he also extended it to my friend Laura who happened to be with me!  How nice of him! I thought he would be this old creepy guy, but actually he is 29. &lt;br /&gt;Wow, it truly is a small world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; On a side note, I would really like to show pictures of my friends and me.  I will do so as soon as I figure out how.  Unnnntil then, enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32456403-116568840228510030?l=asbeckysworldturns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asbeckysworldturns.blogspot.com/feeds/116568840228510030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32456403&amp;postID=116568840228510030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32456403/posts/default/116568840228510030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32456403/posts/default/116568840228510030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asbeckysworldturns.blogspot.com/2006/12/it-is-small-world-let-me-explain-not.html' title=''/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13864878902423873451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LGuLE-9hgds/SKnrIXJOexI/AAAAAAAAABg/TpJYFOfzR-s/S220/IMG_4570.JPG.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32456403.post-116509407055741528</id><published>2006-12-02T13:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-02T13:14:30.570-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Saturdays are wonderful days, aren't they?  This is the first Saturday I have to myself since the semester began.  Well, actually I am babysitting today, but it's not like I am doing a group project or anything. Here is an update in Becky's World.  I have been extremely busy with school and babysitting.  Lucky for us, the university was closed on Friday so my friends and I played in the snow.  What fun! :o)  I am still single and I am okay with that.  I do not have time to blink my eyes somedays, let alone dealing with the dating scene. I have had potentials.  Thanks, but no thanks.&lt;br /&gt;   I am nearing the end of the fall semester and boy the time flew by! I cannot believe that this time next year I will be preparing to graduate.  &lt;&lt;giggles nervously&gt;&gt; All I can do is take this process one day at a time.  &lt;br /&gt;   I am looking forward to being home for the holidays.  There is nothing like the love of a family.  It is comforting to come home and know that the support will always be there.  &lt;br /&gt;   I hope everybody's week/month is going well.  Mine is moving right along.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32456403-116509407055741528?l=asbeckysworldturns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asbeckysworldturns.blogspot.com/feeds/116509407055741528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32456403&amp;postID=116509407055741528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32456403/posts/default/116509407055741528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32456403/posts/default/116509407055741528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asbeckysworldturns.blogspot.com/2006/12/saturdays-are-wonderful-days-arent.html' title=''/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13864878902423873451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LGuLE-9hgds/SKnrIXJOexI/AAAAAAAAABg/TpJYFOfzR-s/S220/IMG_4570.JPG.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32456403.post-116408783881568644</id><published>2006-11-20T21:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-20T21:43:58.830-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yes, it has been awhile.  I began my education clinicals on October 23rd.  I do not think I have stopped moving since then.  I absolutely love this experience.  My students are so wonderful!  I wish I can take them all home with me.  After all, I probably could provide a better homelife than what they have now.  Sad.  &lt;br /&gt; On a lighter note, Thanksgiving is right around the corner.  I am awaiting this time off of school. I also cannot wait until the day I graduate.  That day is coming up rather quickly. Until then, school, school, school.  LoL. Back to Thanksgiving.  It is common around this time of year to really reflect on what one is thankful for. I am thankful for a lot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; My parents:  Really, what would I do without them? Mom and Dad provide me with endless amounts of support.  I don't think I could ask for better influences in my life. I honestly do not believe that I would be where I am today, if it wasn't for them.  I Love You!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; My education:  School can really stink at times, however I am lucky that I have the opportunity to chase my dreams. This provides me with the chance to make something of myself as an individual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; My health:  Over the past couple of weeks, I have heard of friends, family members and such that are ailing.  I pray that everyone makes a full recovery.  I am a young, vibrant female who has the rest of her life to live.  I am thankful for my good fortune and health.  Suddenly I realize that a mere head cold is nothing, when compared to the stories I have heard. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I am truly thankful for the air in my lungs and the heart in my chest.  Happy Thanksgiving to all.  Hopefully everyone has a chance to take the time to appreciate their family and friends. After all, 'tis the season!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32456403-116408783881568644?l=asbeckysworldturns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asbeckysworldturns.blogspot.com/feeds/116408783881568644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32456403&amp;postID=116408783881568644' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32456403/posts/default/116408783881568644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32456403/posts/default/116408783881568644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asbeckysworldturns.blogspot.com/2006/11/yes-it-has-been-awhile.html' title=''/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13864878902423873451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LGuLE-9hgds/SKnrIXJOexI/AAAAAAAAABg/TpJYFOfzR-s/S220/IMG_4570.JPG.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32456403.post-115980488465007456</id><published>2006-10-02T08:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-02T09:01:24.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What is it with everybody in such a rush to get engaged and married?!!? It seems like there is something in the water that is causing a whole bunch of females to get rings on their fingers.  Well, it's a good thing I don't drink water...  lol  I cannot believe it. This engagement thing is like an epidemic. It could just be me having a hard time adjusting to the fact that I am in my early twenties now.  Yikes, where does the time go? Why can't I go back to being a young nieve little girl who likes to play with Barbies?  I know that one day I would like to get married and have children, but for now, I think I am going to stick with the college experience.  Even if I may be the only female without an engagement ring on my finger, at least I can guarantee my happiness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32456403-115980488465007456?l=asbeckysworldturns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asbeckysworldturns.blogspot.com/feeds/115980488465007456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32456403&amp;postID=115980488465007456' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32456403/posts/default/115980488465007456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32456403/posts/default/115980488465007456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asbeckysworldturns.blogspot.com/2006/10/what-is-it-with-everybody-in-such-rush.html' title=''/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13864878902423873451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LGuLE-9hgds/SKnrIXJOexI/AAAAAAAAABg/TpJYFOfzR-s/S220/IMG_4570.JPG.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32456403.post-115950611188409823</id><published>2006-09-28T20:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-28T22:01:51.933-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Relationships are a huge part of life and for developmental reasons, we all need them.  I find it strange that essentially we are all searching for the same thing, but a good bunch of people are struggling to find it. College is not the place to hold long-term, long-distance relationships (in the dating sense, of course)  It simply is not fair to the persons involved, nor the health of the relationship. College students are here for a reason; no person should come between the student and the dream, it is just wrong. I think there are guidelines written in a book somewhere.  If one were to search for this book, try Borders, I hear it's quite a hot item . . .  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  As one can probably tell, I am quite biased in my opinion.  I tried the whole long-distance thing. One can come to an obvious conclusion or I wouldn't be writing this. As much as my heart tells me to follow it, my mind suggests otherwise. I thought it to be wise to follow my mind because it allowed me to realize that I wasn't ready.  I wasn't ready to receive what this man had to offer, nothing more than his love for me. I wasn't ready to be the woman he wished me to be. As much as it hurt to let him go, it feels better knowing that I was completely honest with my feelings with him.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  College is a wonderful experience.  My heart goes out to those who are struggling with their relationships.  Just know that there is an ending; whether it's happy or not is up to the people involved.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32456403-115950611188409823?l=asbeckysworldturns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asbeckysworldturns.blogspot.com/feeds/115950611188409823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32456403&amp;postID=115950611188409823' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32456403/posts/default/115950611188409823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32456403/posts/default/115950611188409823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asbeckysworldturns.blogspot.com/2006/09/relationships-are-huge-part-of-life.html' title=''/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13864878902423873451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LGuLE-9hgds/SKnrIXJOexI/AAAAAAAAABg/TpJYFOfzR-s/S220/IMG_4570.JPG.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32456403.post-115568564729448032</id><published>2006-08-15T16:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T16:47:27.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I came across the scariest article in the Chicago Sun-Times newspaper today. Well, actually is was on the front page.  Title, "Cops: Rapists Lured Girl on MySpace.com .   How scary?  There is not one online database on the internet that is safe enough to allow young adults to chat with different people.  Whatever happened to the idea of penpals?  The whole idea of creations like MySpace is to meet people, get to know their interests.  From this article, databases like MySpace is a new way of sex predators to find victims.  How disturbing!  The perks of MySpace is that the user has a chance to create an online personality. The user can be anyone they wish to be on the internet, but do not find it within themselves in the real world. It is almost genius. Well, unfortunately the downside of MySpace is that ANYONE can have an account, including sex predators.  Such people take advantage of the users who are just there to make something of themselves in a cyber world.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Similarly, I often watch the show on MSNBC called MSNBC Investigates.  On MSNBC Investigates, episodes consist of exploring prisons around the United States.  In addition to that, there is a section of it called "How To Catch a Predator".  Basically, there is a group of people who work with the police officials to set up accounts and pose as young teens surfing the internet.  Via instant messaging, predators scope out these 'young teens' and attempt to meet up with them. Well, to the intellectual mind, these predators are certainly looking for more than companionship. I suggest watching the show if you or someone you know has young teens who are often on the internet, using instant messaging. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  What a gross world we live in.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32456403-115568564729448032?l=asbeckysworldturns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asbeckysworldturns.blogspot.com/feeds/115568564729448032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32456403&amp;postID=115568564729448032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32456403/posts/default/115568564729448032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32456403/posts/default/115568564729448032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asbeckysworldturns.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-came-across-scariest-article-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13864878902423873451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LGuLE-9hgds/SKnrIXJOexI/AAAAAAAAABg/TpJYFOfzR-s/S220/IMG_4570.JPG.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32456403.post-115513342317933879</id><published>2006-08-09T07:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T07:23:43.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Here I am, jumping on the latest trend of blogging.  Ya know, a few of my friends partake in blogging and I guess it never occured to me how helpful it could be. I believe that writing your thoughts down is really theraputic, so I probably should have taken my own advice a long time ago.  Well, anyway, let me exlain my title, "As Becky's World Turns".  The title was actually named after my own life, given from my father.  Back in grade school and junior high, I always had something to say when I got home from school, whether it be updates on who is (not) dating, what that group is fighting about, and so on.  So after listening to my many, at times pointless stories, my father just learned to ask about the soap opera of my life at school.  Hence the parody of "As the World Turns". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My title also has a more personal meaning.  It metaphorically represents my transition from a young woman into an adult. As my world turns, each day is a new day. I am thrilled to now be able to share my thoughts and happenings via blogging.  On a side note, I promise there won't be any high school drama... lol : )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32456403-115513342317933879?l=asbeckysworldturns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asbeckysworldturns.blogspot.com/feeds/115513342317933879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32456403&amp;postID=115513342317933879' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32456403/posts/default/115513342317933879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32456403/posts/default/115513342317933879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asbeckysworldturns.blogspot.com/2006/08/here-i-am-jumping-on-latest-trend-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13864878902423873451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LGuLE-9hgds/SKnrIXJOexI/AAAAAAAAABg/TpJYFOfzR-s/S220/IMG_4570.JPG.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
