What's in an Age

So, for the record, I'm sitting in the middle of class right now. It is currently 6:05pm PST, and I have class until 7. My head hurts, I need sleep, I'm cranky, and I want my Mami.*

This week was incredibly long and arduous. I did have a date last night, though.

It was...interesting. Not bad, I guess. Just...interesting.

He was really nice, and clearly into me. But I think he was just too young for me. He just turned 20, and I turn 24 in a month. I know for all intents and purposes, it's not a big gap. But the more I think about it, the more I feel like it is. I really felt his age at different points in the evening, based on the way he acted or spoke. And he felt too...eager.

I feel like a 20-year-old guy has way more in common with an 18-year-old than a 24-year-old.

I don't know. What do you think? Is age really only a number? Or does it make a difference?

Discuss.


*"Mami" = "Mommy" in Spanish

Exhaustion, thy name is Middle School.

Did I mention that I'm in grad school getting a Masters in Education and a teaching credential? Well, I did now. I just started my first student teaching run at a middle school here in the Valley.

Now, let me preface this by saying that I taught 9th grade English for two years at a private school. So already I feel like my having to do student teaching is kind of silly. But whatever. Oh, and I'm taking the CSET on Saturday. Whee. Yay, No Child Left Behind.

Anyway, my first day of student teaching involved me doing a whole lot of nothing. Granted, it was the first day of school so things were kind of hectic and unorganzied, but still. Having to get up at 5:30 am and then sit at the back of a room filled with a bunch of 12-year-olds all day is not my idea of a good time.

Followed by work until 7? Oy. I need a nap. And all this until December.

So fun.

I looked super cute today, though. That made it a little better.

Welcome to Plus-Size Barbieland. Population: 1 ...so far...

On the off chance that anyone even cares, I've decided to try this blog thing out. Again.

When I was in college, I had a livejournal that I haven't touched in...oh, I dunno...two years? More or less? I was pretty good at keeping it up, though, until I graduated and Real Life happened.

So, why give it another shot? Well, first of all, now that I'm in graduate school (and still dealing with Real Life), I wanted something that was really mine, where I could write what I want, when I want. I was an English major, and now I don't write nearly as much as I'd like. So blogging it is.

But really, the main point of this thing is all in the title: Plus-Size Barbie.

That's the nickname my best friend has bestowed upon me, and which I have subsequently embraced. What's it mean? Well, I'm a Big Girl who's taken years to learn how to actually like my body. Not only like it, but have learned how to work it. We all have issues with body image, but you gotta rock whatcha got.

And I do. Mostly. Sometimes. I try.

Honestly, I'm still trying to navigate this whole Real Life, Plus-Size Version, thing. So now you get to share the dream. Or something.

We'll see how it goes.