Showing posts with label style. Show all posts
Showing posts with label style. Show all posts

Tuesday, June 17, 2014

Just a Regular Day

What does your run of the mill day look like? I'm going to give you a rundown of what my day looked like on Friday.


Rachel Rewritten

I usually wake up at 9am but since my husband's schedule was switched to a later one, we both slept in until 9:30.

He showers, I exercise.

I shower, dress in a t-shirt and workout shorts and make lunch. I don't dress for work until later because I am notorious for being clumsy so I'd hate to spill something on my work outfit while I am making or cleaning up lunch.

Friday, we ate fish (from the freezer section at Costco), homemade mashed potatoes and "fresh" corn that tasted like it was intended to feed my pigs.

I finally dried my hair and dressed for work. Here's what I picked out:



 
Ignore the white dot on my nose. I'm pretty sure it's on the camera as my pictures I took of my husband that day also had a white dot. He must be taller than me because it fell on his upper lip.
 
Here's a side note about this dress. I bought it online from a Facebook flea market group. I could have sworn the dress was navy with white stripes. That's even what I asked to purchase. I met the girl in the dark and it still looked navy and white. I took it home and realized it was royal blue and neon yellow. Totally not my colors! I think it looks okay with this white cardigan though.
 
And I wore these shoes:
 

Sporty huh? I wear my tennis shoes to work and then change into my heels or flats to teach because I walk 1.25 miles into work. The other teachers wear their heels to work and then promptly change into their choice of Hello Kitty shower shoes or bedroom slippers.  You can read what my student's think about my style HERE.
 
 
We both ate a ham and cheese sandwich with a pickle and chips for lunch.
 
At work, we told our director that we wouldn't be signing a contract for a second year. That means we're on the job hunt again. 

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Tuesday, June 10, 2014

Nothing, If Not Honest

My students very rarely refrain  from telling me what they think. My Monday/Thursday high-schoolers are no exception.

I walked into the classroom and greeted that as I usually do. Kip looked at me and exclaimed, "What happened to your clothes?"

Quickly, I looked down and scanned my clothes for signs of stains or tears. Earlier in the day, I'd had a narrow miss with a student splattering red sauce near me and I thought, perhaps, some had spilled on me and I'd overlooked it. I saw nothing.

"What's wrong with them?" I asked him.

"They've changed."

"No", I insisted, "I've worn this all day".

"No", he said, exasperated at my ignorance. He pointed to my sundress and heels.

"Your style. It was bad. It got better"

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