A fractured wrist and broken pride

This is what my wrist looked like half an hour after I fell on it...

And then this is three weeks after...

(The blue arrow indicates where it's still bruised and the red arrow indicates where it's still slightly swollen and where it hurts)
Basically I fell while ice skating. Shocker. I'm pretty sure I posted about the last time I fell while ice skating and that wasn't terribly pretty either. And believe it or not, neither of them were my fault! Anyway, I fractured my right wrist and now it's difficult to do anything with it (especially hair. Which sucks, by the way). So here's to healing fast and hopefully being halfway through the healing process!

God Bless.... Mexico?

My roommates are dyed in the wool caucasian Mexicans. Not that my feelings for them have anything to do with their race, not at all. I just thought I should give a little background in the very beginning.
Lately my roommates have been trying to decorate the apartment with what little things they have. So on our walls we have a collection of pretty neat things. I think my favorite is the strip of gift wrap taped to the wall, it just adds so much color and personality to our little home (oh yeah, don't forget the paper chain that extends across the entire apartment and showcases just how poor we really are). Across from this beautiful piece of gift wrap is a humongous Mexican flag. I understand the whole show your colors thing, but please do it in your own room. It's actually almost embarrassing to invite people over (it's always the first thing they notice!).
So even though I'm not Mexican, apparently my whole apartment has become sympathetic to everything Mexican whether I like it or not. We apparently live in Mexico, people! We don't have choices!

...Who decided to post on her blog

I'm not sure why, but I suddenly decided I wanted to blog again. Not necessarily to be heard, but to be recorded. So be prepared to hear about my adventures in school, with my roommates, at work, and with my besties. Let the blogging begin!

Elementary Aide!

Today was my first day of Elementary Teacher Aide and I love it so much! Just on the first day I had so much fun! I really like the teacher I work with and the class. I'm working in the second grade and there are three kids from my ward in that class (only one of them recognized me though). Just from one day I have so many stories!
So there's this girl in the class that's really attached to me already. When the teacher gave the math lesson she asked me to walk around the classroom to make sure everybody was understanding what was going on. When I walked past this one girl she asked me for help. It was clear she understood what to do, so I'm guessing she wanted an excuse to talk to me. When I was in the middle of helping her with math she said, "Did you know that you look really pretty today?" I giggled and said thank you and continued helping her with math. Then it was time to clean up so the kids could go out to recess and she asked me if I could go out and play with her. I told her I had to talk to her teacher and she conspiratorially whispered, "Ask the teacher if you can play!" I actually went and asked the teacher if she needed help during recess preparing for the next thing and she said yes so I went back to the little girl and told her to go play and if I was allowed I would go outside later. When she came back in from recess she said, "Miss Spencer, I had so much fun at recess!" and she gave me a huge hug! For the rest of the day the children did stations and she wanted me to go with her to her station, which was painting. I asked the teacher if I could supervise the paint station and she said yes so I went and sat by the girl. She started painting and saw the my ID card that I have to wear at the Elementary School. In my picture I was wearing an orange shirt and today I was wearing an orange shirt (not really a coincidence since I have five orange shirts) and she talked to me about how it was funny that my picture wasn't taken today but I had an orange shirt on both times. Then she went off on an adjacent and said, "You should wear a cute outfit tomorrow. YOU SHOULD WEAR A DRESS!!!! Tomorrow is picture day and since we are all going to look cute you should too!" Well, I don't wear dresses unless I have to. So I didn't make any promises but I told her I would think about it :)
Today was so much fun and I am so excited to go back tomorrow!

I can work on that....

I stink at this whole blogging thing! I always forget and it's been soooo long since I last posted anything! So here's what's been happening lately:
Girls Camp this year wasn't as adventurous as I had imagined. But, heck, it was Stake. There's not much you can do when you have Stake leaders and Ward leaders nagging on you all the time. The thing that marked this year over every other year was the drama. I'm sad to say that there was so much more drama this year than any other year I've been to camp. And I was brought into all of it. Sigh.
School started for us on the 31st of August. Which is kind of annoying that it started so late because now we get out a week later and next year school starts a week earlier. So we get one less week of summer next year. This year of school I, surprisingly, got the classes I wanted. Last year and the year before I had at least four classes that I didn't ask for. My schedule this year is:
A-Day
Intro to Culinary Arts
Intro to Calculus
Seminary
Elementary Teacher Aide

B-Day
English
Astronomy
History
Elementary Teacher Aide

School has been fairly uneventful, but I have a couple horror stories I'd like to share. My freshman year I had an english teacher named Mrs. Mills. Well, she switched over to Rocky and to Junior english. I got her again this year. I was hoping that maybe she wouldn't remember me, but she did. Now in english she always asks, "Rebecca, do you remember doing this?" and, "I had Rebecca in my English class two years ago" to the class and so on. Great, this year will be kind of annoying.
Second story. Last year I took Foods and Nutrition and my teacher was Mrs. McClendon. On the first day of school this year I got my schedule and I didn't have any fourth period classes written on it. So fourth period that day I went to the office and talked to a couple people about my schedule. I was told that I didn't have my information turned in for the Elementary teacher aide class and I needed to do that before they could place me. So I was just sitting in the office for an hour and a half until school got out. The next day I turned in all my information and I was able to go to class. When I walked in, Mrs. McClendon said, "Rebecca! You're in this class? That's wonderful!" Why do my teachers remember my name? Hmph