I have been blessed with my mother's amazing genes in many ways. I have the same laugh she does. I have a similar peacemaking heart that would much rather sacrifice my own preference to someone else's if it means conflict going away (a blessing and a curse). I've also been blessed with her skin (sans the freckles she has).
This is kind of awesome.
It means I can rock red lipstick and feel like Snow White. It means that I'm not spending crazy amounts of money on creams or lotions or pills or whatever in a mad attempt to keep my skin looking young. Cetaphil and drug store facewash are good enough for me. It means I can play characters on stage that are much younger than myself (thereby allowing me to play loads of characters I have on my bucket list for longer than some.) There are some definite perks.
There are also some severe annoyances.
For example:
1. My new co-workers think I'm a precocious upstart with no experience. In reality, I've been teaching for almost a decade (sometimes longer and with more official qualifications than those many years my senior.)
2. Dating is a nightmare. People are always trying to set me up with their 20 year old recently returned missionaries. No. Just. . . no.
3. If I had a nickel for every time someone said "Ah! I thought you were a student!" I could probably fund a trip to Europe.
4. My greatest desire in life has always been to be taken seriously and treated like an intelligent being. Even from a very young age, I remember being seriously annoyed when adults didn't want to collaborate with me more or less as a peer.
There really isn't a point to this post. I haven't written anything real since England (and I need to! There's so much!) but starting at a new school has taken half my will to live and all my energy. So many new systems to work through and understand. Still can't print anything and no end in sight to that, so that's fun. Air conditioning broken in my classroom today, which was made more fun by my 60+ class sizes and the manure factory (no joke) down the road that was wafting smells our way all day. I had to move away from farmland to live by farms. Circle of life.
Venting done.
