On the Title

Roi-Et a.k.a. "101" is a city in the northeast of Thailand. I spent more than "One Night in Bangkok," and was on my way to Roi-Et. It wasn't my final destination in Thailand, but the place where I grew the most. I gained a tolerance for spicy food, and learned a little dialect called Essan-- a mixture of Laos and Thai. I learned that it's not the destination but the journey that matters. Just as random as my adventures were in Thailand, so is my life--it's like living in L.A. (oh by the way L.A. is another nickname for Roi-Et).

Sunday, April 27, 2008

A Surreal Moment

surreal: sur·re·al
\sə-ˈrē(-ə)l also -ˈrā-əl\
marked by the intense irrational reality of a dream; also : unbelievable, fantastic.

This is pretty much how I felt on Friday April 25, 2008. My dream of graduating from college finally happened, and it is definitely a weird sensation. In the moment I was fine, but when I thought about what was really going on it was unbelievable.

My 20+ year career as a student (I can't say that anymore on applications) is over. **sigh** But there is always grad school!! **yeah**

Now that I have my degree in my hot little hand (and I can finally say I have a BA, honestly, on my resume) does that mean that the last 20 years have been a dream?! Or when the school handed me my empty diploma case?! For people who have served an LDS mission, and come home you kinda know how I feel--did I really do that? was I really in the places I was? did I see all the crazy stuff I saw?

Yes, these moments are all surreal!

THE ABOVE PAINTING IS CALLED "THE SON OF MAN" BY RENE MAGRITTE, A SURREALIST PAINTER. IT IS ONE OF MY FAVORITE PAINTINGS FROM THIS PERIOD/MOVEMENT OF THE 20TH CENTURY. TO SEE HIS WORKS, AND OTHER ARTISTS' CHECK OUT THIS COOL WEBSITE

Thursday, April 24, 2008

"Harry Potter, the Cure for Reluctant Readers," or "The Perfect Man"

So, I have been doing research on how to motivate students to read, and most of the research studies show that if you bribe a kid to do it, they will. When I was little, bribing me to read wasn't that hard, it was when I got into high school that it became a problem. I finally figured out why I lost interest in reading--part of it is due to the fact that I didn't like the selection of classroom texts, except for Frankenstein, Macbeth, and maybe Lord of the Flies--reader burn out!

So maybe in the second grade I shouldn't have read over 200 books, but I was in a competition, and had to be the best . . . at reading. Later, in the fifth grade we had to read From the Mixed up Files of Mrs. Basil E. Frankweiler by E.L. Konigsburg, a Newbery winner, and I hated it. I thought it was the worst book ever written, but apparently people loved it enough to give it an award. The only thing I liked about the book was that it gave me the idea to runaway and live in a museum, that's cool! My favorite book in the fifth grade was Wait 'Til Helen Comes by Mary Downing Hahn, a story about a girl that becomes friends with a ghost that wants to kill her (hello!! smart one) it's a really good book, and it should have won an award. I read it again in the sixth grade and did a book report on it. I would suggest it for reluctant readers because kids like scary stories.

I think another reason that I didn't read as much in high school is also because I created the excuse that I was too busy to read books for pleasure, even during college, but really I was lazy (a symptom of reader burn out). It wasn't until Harry Potter came along that I got back into reading--it's like a shot of morphine, I'm addicted! I read the first four in the summer of 2001 within a week, and then read them again, and then the first one again before the movie. The fifth book came out while I was in Thailand, so I had to wait until I came home. The first week home, I didn't do anything until I finished. I watched the third movie, which wasn't good enough to hold me over until the sixth book, the movie sucked. (There were too many gaps between the books.) Harry Potter made reading cool again, and I embraced my nerdiness, and found people that were equally, if not greater, nerds than me (it's sooo nice to have a community of nerds). Now I am trying to read Wuthering Heights, and I'm having a hard time with it, but I am a member of SparkNotes (but not really), and use it when I am stuck with a difficult text **(Please see disclaimer).

So, I guess the point of this is that we shouldn't push kids to read a lot, and read stuff they don't want to. We should offer them opportunities to read when they want to, but not punish them with reading, like telling them they can't play XBox until they have read for an hour. This causes early onset RR, reading then becomes drudgery, and you lost him/her to the disease.

I decided that I want a husband like the Beast-- someone who will give me a library filled with books, all kinds of books, floor to ceiling, with 100 foot walls--that would be the perfect man (the beast not the prince 'cause he wasn't a very good looking prince).

**I really only use SparkNotes if I didn't do the reading, but hey, at least I can fake it in class. It should really be called "How to fake knowing what you are talking about in your English class"!

Sunday, April 13, 2008

Finally...the Story Everybody's Waiting to Hear

This week I went to NCUR in Salisbury, MD. It's to make nerds feel special. . . vindicated. Some eventful things happened to me, but I wouldn't be me if it didn't. My scheduled time to present the paper (I have been working on slavishly all semester) was moved from Saturday at 12 something to Friday at 3:40, so it was good that I didn't have to present on the shuttle on the way to the airport. My crabs wouldn't crack open, making it very hard for me to eat them, and causing all the juice to squirt on the people at my table. I had to check into the late registration desk taking an extra 10 minutes instead of a quick 30 seconds. On the way back I got in trouble with security at the airport because of my water bottle (I probably wouldn't want to drink it after all the radiation from the scanner) honestly I didn't want to cause trouble. The night before we left I remembered my camera after I zipped up my suitcase and was laying in bed (excited or nervous about missing the flight); I started looking for it and couldn't find it so I had to buy an $11 disposable camera. Thursday, the first day, I decided to dress up just in case I got bumped up to the first day (yeah right!) I wore my heels and got blisters, it's a good thing I prepared and brought my flats with me (and a change of clothes). . . . What else . . . well I guess that is all I can think of for now, but really I had a great time.

I didn't get to eat blue crab (or whatever it is that people get excited about in MD) because they weren't in season, but I did eat red crab (I guess) and lobster tails.

The whole experience was cool, and I wish that I went to a school with a pretty campus--pretty buildings, pretty flowers, and . . . just pretty all over.

You know if all that "truer than fiction" stuff didn't happen to me my life would be very dull, and nobody would care about reading it on my blog. I just have to say that sometimes being a nerd, a dork, a clutz, a goofball, quirky, random, and loveable pays off!

Thursday, April 3, 2008

An Entreaty

Does anybody wanna finish my projects and assignments for me?!!

(No I don't have burn out as a result of "senioritis," or what I like to call a case of "I am already graduated, and torturing myself by taking more classes so I can be a teacher!")