Ms. Taylor Says

Tonight I went to my church to see an amazing documentary.   As We Forgive  is the unbelievable story of reconciliation in Rwanda.  I remember reading about the genocide in Rwanda when I was in college.  This documentary looks at how several victims of the 1994 genocide are dealing with living in the same villages as the perpetrators of one of the most devastating genocides in human history.  Watching these people choose to forgive the people that killed their family members just made my head spin.  It was also devastating to listen to the guilty parties discussing how they became convinced to kill their friends and neighbors.  If you ever get a chance to watch this amazing documentary, take it!   I'm going to try to put in a link to the trailer.  http://www.asweforgivemovie.com/trailer.htm Before going to see the documentary, I met some of my fabulous co-workers for some Friday food and fun.  As we were sitting around laughing about the craziness that is working in a high sch

1. A pair of flip-flops I had been looking for 2. A pair of flip-flops I had forgotten I owned 3. My prom picture in its special frame...still not really sure what this is doing in my closet in DC.  Seems like something that should be in a box somewhere at my parents' house... 4. Oh--and a mouse.  Yep.  And not a dead one.  As I sat on the floor, it scurried by me.  I, of course, squealed like a little girl, jumped up and did the "ewww gross!" shiver, and called home.  My mom assured me that the mouse was more scared of me than I was of it, but I'm still not convinced.  She also claims that my fears of contracting bubonic plague from the mouse are unfounded.  But I am also not convinced of this.  Given the 3-day weekend, I had to take matters into my own hands since the maintenance guys wouldn't be around to do anything to solve the problem until Tuesday.  I have now learned how to set a mouse trap...or 4.  I don't care how many Stuart Little movies they make

I saw a link to this blog entry the other day.  I think the guy is on to something.  Let me know what you think... (this is my first attempt to link to something, so let's hope it works...)

I know, I know... it's been a while. I have TONS to report. Races I've run, cupcakes I've baked, and historic sites I've visited. But all of that will have to wait until I upload new pictures on my home computer. Instead, I have decided to mark my return to the blogging world by discussing another milestone in my life...my first experience with a student puking in class. Now, to others this might not seem like such a big deal, but in my family it's huge. My sister and I have somehow both acquired a huge phobia of puke. I'm not really sure why, and my sister's fears make mine look minor, but we both fear it. All that to say, that since the day I was student teaching and heard a girl barf in the hallway, I've been dreading the first time this happened in my room. Now I no longer have to fear it--it has happened, and I survived. I always thought, that like many things in life, once it happened once it wouldn't be such a big deal. I guess my fear of puke