Merry Christmas!

From my work family (festively clad in wonderful holiday attire) to yours:

Just wanted to wish everyone a very Merry Christmas!

Happy Birthday Jesus :)

I'm Restless...

About every six months I start to get this uncontrollable desire to pick up and move. I get these ideas about how great it would be to move to New York City and start working in an inner-city school or maybe even drop everything and check out the life in Africa somewhere. I always end up talking myself out of it, but for some reason I feel like I might actually have to do some serious thinking and praying about where God is calling me in life this time. All too often it seems that we get sort of pigeon-holed (sorry for the lame cliche. I usually try to avoid them, but this one just seems to fit) into what we think life holds...I'm a teacher. I have a great job in an outstanding district. I'm living rather comfortably. Things are by all means good...but really...is this all there is? Is this what God made me to be or is there just a little bit more that I'm not allowing myself to realize because I'm comfortable where I'm at? I dunno. Like I said...some serious prayer needs to be taking place in the next few weeks, months, etc. I've always tried to live my life with no regrets. I don't want to get to a place in time when I'm looking back and saying "Crap. Why didn't I..." Hmm...interesting blog thoughts this evening...

Enjoy me as Rainbow Brite to ease your mind :) Best Halloween Costume EVER!!!

The Beaver Nation Migration

Remember how two months ago I vowed to be a whole lot better with blogging? I claimed that once school started I would have so many stories to share I just wouldn't be able to keep myself away from the blogosphere...ha ha. Yeah. That's funny. What was I thinking? I wasn't obviously. Ah well. I have a fun story to share with you now which is all that really matters right?

The Beaver Nation Migration. What is that you ask? Well let's just say that it involves a fundraiser for an autistic student at my school, the first event of the First Annual Allen vs. Hottmann TA (Teacher's Assistant) Olympics, a Beaver costume, a Rhythm Bee Costume, a 2.7 mile walk to a football game and 250 or so students.

My friend Matt issued a challenge to the student body: raise $250 for Project Aaron and I will walk from Beaverton to Southridge for the annual football game while wearing the Bucky the Beaver costume. Excellent idea. Everyone loves it. But not as much as they love the thought of me walking with him in the Rhythm Bee costume. I wasn't really all about it, so I said sure...if you raise $1000. In my mind I was thinking that this was virtually impossible. Ha. Wrong.

Hottmann and I each have a team of TA's and they compete against each other in a variety of events ranging from stapling to delivering messages to pretty much any sort of ridiculous TA task. Well our lovely students took it upon themselves to raise the money for The Beaver Nation Migration and between the 1o of them raised nearly $1300!! So proud of them.

So yeah. We suited up last Friday afternoon and walked..yes WALKED across town with a ton of kids to the football game. This is why I teach high school! It was the talk of the town. Proud to be Beaver!

I've Done It Again...

Don't you think it's sad that whenever that phrase is mentioned everyone automatically thinks of that horrific Brittany Spears (is that how you spell her name? or is it Britney?) song "Oops I Did It Again"? I think it is. I like the phrase, but can't really bring myself to use it that often because of the conotation.

Well what I'm referring to is the fact that I've managed to suck at blogging again. I have these great intentions...honest. I do fun stuff and I want to tell everyone about it, but then the time comes for me to actually sit down at the computer and do it and nothing happens. A quick check of the email and then I'm off to something else. So yes. I apologize.

I also apologize because apparently I have been "tagged" by about 84 people in the past few weeks and I know they're dieing to read my 8 random/interesting facts. I'm just going to say up front that I'm not tagging anyone else after I finish writing though. Sorry. I have a reuputation to uphold for not following any rules and basically ruining everything fun :) Without further adieu...

The Rules:

1. I have to post these rules before I give you the facts.

2. Each player starts with eight random facts/habits about themselves.

3. People who are tagged need to write a post on their own blog (about their eight things) and post these rules. (If you don’t have a blog, email me)

4. At the end of your blog, you need to choose eight people to get tagged and list their names.

5. Don’t forget to leave them a comment telling them they’re tagged, and to read your blog.My 8 random facts/habits about myself:

1. After reading Ang's blog, I realize that I subconciously picked up her deathly fear of moths. Now that I think about it, I was never afraid of moths until I became her friend. Now I can't stand the little things. When they are flying around light I generally throw up a little bit in my mouth which is then followed by a long "ewwwww that thing is gross" and me walking rather briskly away. This in turn is followed by a lot of laughter and ridicule from whoever I am with at the time.

2. Whenever I hear Mariah Carey's "All I Want for Christmas is You" I am immediately reminded of a humorous/most embarassing EVER student teaching experience that involved a stage, a spotlight, a last song at a dance, five little high school boys parting a rather large crowd and a choreographed dance to lines that centered on "all we want for Christmas is you Ms. Allen."

3. One of my life goals is to hike the Pacific Crest Trail.

4. I am the advisor for the dance/drill team at the high school I work at. The team is called the Rhythm B's and they are reminiscent of a 1950s sort of pep rally cheerleading squad that wears the same wool sweaters and polyester skirts that all Rhythm B's before them wore. "The Line" (as they are affectionately referred to as) rules the school. When they walk into the gym during an assembly or walk onto the football field during halftime, the entire crowd errupts into thunderous applause and sings every word of the fight song while they perform the SAME DANCE THEY'VE DONE SINCE THE 1950s.

5. My favorite spot in the entire world is a log under a tree on the banks of the Yukon River. It sits below a sign that reads Kokrine Hills Bible Camp and you can look out at one of the most peaceful yet one of the most dangerous rivers of all time. Many a good conversations have been had here as have many tears been shed. I've watched a lot of people come to truly know God at this place and have definitely learned a good bit about Him as well.

6. My life changed the day I set foot onto the ground of Johannesburg, South Africa. Spending the time I did at The Love of Christ Ministries caused me to see life in an entirely different way. I wouldn't trade that experience for anything.

7. I like to work out first thing in the morning...like at 5am. Something about getting up and going to the gym makes my day a lot better.

8. One of my new hobbies is winetasting. I never drank wine until about a month ago and now I really enjoy spending time at fine wineries around the state.

I promise I'll do better with blogging. Talk to you soon!

Ah Summer...

I've officially been on "summer vacation" for about six weeks now, but since I was working until the 20th of July and then had to attend a conference all about assessment (woohoo...I know you're jealous...especially if you're not a teacher and have no idea how a group of five hundred people could actually sit around and talk about how to properly assess and grade students for four days) last week, I'm counting this week as my first real week of summer.

I like it.

At first I kind of felt guilty because most days my big accomplishment and/or scheduled event is going to the gym, but as I've settled into book number six of the summer (and no, I didn't read all of them in the past few days) I've come to realize that there's really nothing to feel guilty about. Sure, I do have two and half months off every year, plus two weeks at Christmas, plus a week in March, plus every holiday off, but I work HARD when I'm at school and taking some time to lay by the pool and watch movies and completely veg out seems only fitting...at least for the next couple of weeks until the chaos begins again.

So yeah, it's summer vacation. Next week should be a bit more eventful...going camping. I'm sure it will yield some funny stories and a few pictures!

Back to the book. Adios.

Happy Birthday Ella!

For some reason when friends have kids, it's just a crazy thing to think about. I guess this is very similar to the post about my BFF from high school getting married, except for today we welcomed beautiful Ella Kate, her daughter, into the world. CRAZY!! I just don't feel old enough for Heather to be having kids. I know I'm 26 and all and most of my other friends are married with multiple children, but I guess it just blows my mind to watch her do all of this. Ah well...I'm repeating myself.

Something I am thankful (and this is just one thing of many) for is that she is cute. You know how sometimes people have babies and they're really not cute? Well Heather and Steve don't have to worry about that with her because she is absolutely adorable. I hope that when I have kids...way way WAY down the road (especially after seeing the little diagram that shows a dialated cervix that they conveniently leave by the sink where you wash your hands before picking up the baby. HOLY CRAP!! Talk about birth control...just look at that thing), I hope they are cute. Some babies are just really ugly sometimes and I hope that it doesn't happen to be true about my someday kids.

Too Big for Words

I've been a high school teacher for two years now. I have a Master's Degree in Teaching. I've worked at summer camps across the country and have dealt with some of the most ridiculous situations ever while at those camps. I have worked with blind and severely disabled students who were known to throw feces at me or try to bite me. I have worked with kids who have been in the United States for less than six weeks and know about seven words of English.

While I've had a lot of experiences working with kids throughout my life, I'm convinced that nothing I've done up to this point could have prepared me for the phone call I received this morning from a vice principal at my school. The first thing she said to me at 8:15 this morning was that they were activating the phone tree because they had some news they needed to share. Instanteously I knew it was something bad...they don't even use the phone tree for snow days...let alone a Tuesday morning in July. She was calling to let me know that one of our students had died last night from an accidental gunshot wound.

Shock.

But not as shocked as I was when she told me the name. In a school of 2200, what are the chances that I actually know the kid? Apparently today the odds are in my favor...though I don't really think that's a good thing. Little Scott Rutherford, who I never actually had in class, but knew very well through a bunch of student council things, was accidentally shot by his older brother last night. Before they were even able to call 911, he died. He was 16.

Death is a crazy thing. You think that you're prepared for it...you trust that God has everything under control...you try to be strong...

He was just a little kid. Sure, he was one of those kids that a lot of teachers wanted nothing to do with because he was a little jerk sometimes, but all in all, he was just another 16 year old boy trying to figure out life. But now he doesn't get to do that anymore. And his friends now have the burden of figuring life out on top of dealing with the death of a friend.

I can't even imagine...

A New Found Dedication

So I started this blog about two months ago...and as you can see, there are a staggering two blogs. That's embarassing. What's the point of creating a blog if you're not going to use it? I feel like if you don't blog at least once a week, then really the only reason you even set one up was because you were forced into it by your other friends who are on this thing religiously. While I do have friends who check the blog rather consistently, I can honestly say that I wasn't forced...more just intrigued by the possibilities that a blog offers. I mean, where else can you write about absolutely nothing, throw some pictures up and know that people will read it and be entertained? Talk about a captive audience :) And with that, I've resolved to be better about blogging. We'll see how long my resolve holds up.


I just got back from a camping (well not really camping because camping in my world involves tents and no running water and having to go to the bathroom in the woods...none of which took place this weekend...this was a Mt. Hood cabin...) trip with a few of my friends. This trip was meant to be a relaxing time...playing some games, sitting around the campfire, drinking, etc. However, it's quite funny what happens when you throw five fairly active people together for a "relaxing" weekend...we can't do it. It's impossible for us to sit and do nothing. So what did we end up doing you ask?


Hike part of the Pacific Crest Trail of course.

It's not everyday that you get the chance to head up to Timberline Lodge and run around for a few hours. I think I hiked about nine miles yesterday. Not just hiking on trails though...because that would be too simple and no fun at all. When we hike, we hike through snow and up and down giant hills and around through fields. Go big or go home.

Today is a different story. The longest hike I was able to handle was from my bed to the shower. I need to get in better shape.

So yes. That's my life in a nutshell at the moment. Working a lot still...but that's a good thing. I'm sure I'll have some stories to tell about that.

Until next time...

How can it be?

The other day I was thinking about how all of the sudden I've become an adult. I mean of course I've realized that over time things have changed...like I'm now able to feed myself without wearing a bib and I've become rather adept at driving from one place to another without getting in a terrible wreck. What I'm talking about here is the fact that I've grown up in the philosophical sense of the word.

Let me explain.

Last weekend one of my dearest friends got married. This is nothing new...seeing as I've been in 12 weddings now. What was different about this one you ask? Well this particular friend has always been the one who I can count on to keep me young. We've always been the two from our group of high school friends that didn't jump on the marriage in the early 20s bandwagon. We didn't have kids. We went off and lived...a bit more (or in different ways I suppose) than the majority of our other friends. So when the day finally came for her to get married, I realized that all of the sudden we really are adults. I'm almost 26 years old for goodness sakes. How can it be? 26 is officially almost out of the "mid-twenties" ...the time that I have loved more than any other in my life.

So what do I have to show for being almost 26? A lot. A career...a lifestyle. Friends. Family. A strong relationship with Christ.

I guess it's not as bad as I thought...

The First Blog

So I've been a member of the myspace world for quite some time, but have come to the realization that it has lost its appeal to me...especially after my students found my page. I shall try this instead. Here's to a new online world!