Presh 2

(Well, most of the time:)

Lunchtime today...

3 students from last year walk in, all boys.

"Ms. Baer, are you teaching AP US History next year?"

"Possibly, I need to get trained first, but it could very well happen."

"Awesome. Get trained so that you can teach it next year."

"Ok, I'll do what I can..."

"Cool. We want you as our teacher next year."

5 minutes later...

One of my 11th graders walks in. "Ms. Baer, your class is my favorite class."

And I just about died smiling. Lunchtime rocked today!

Sometimes this job is SO worth it!!!

Life is pretty tough...

When you're biking in 75 degree weather, with a dear friend, in the nation's capital.

Oh, DC, how I love thee...

Teenagers say the darndest things

Me: "Dee, what are you doing over here in the corner? You need to be doing your work."

Dee: "Oh, sorry Ms. Baer, just picking a wedgie. Didn't want to do it in front of the entire class..."

Me: "That's very kind of you. Pick your wedgie then get back to work please."

I love my job.

Resurrecting Hope

Happy Easter!

I am grateful for my Lord and Savior Jesus Christ for his atonement, sacrifice, and ultimately his resurrection. I know that because He suffered, died, and was resurrected He can save me from my sins, sorrows, heartbreak, disappointment and grief. I know he mourns with me but that He also comforts me.

A couple nights ago I was feeling really sad, disappointed, frustrated, angry, and hopeless...when I get into these moods the only thing that I know I can do is pray and ask Heavenly Father to comfort me, to come to me, and to stay with me. Well, the spirit gave me the comfort that I needed. I felt peace, love, and a sense of calm assurance that He is aware of me. It enabled me to get through the rest of the day.

On this particular Easter Sunday I am grateful for the hope that the atonement and resurrection brings to my life. I have felt a little hopeless lately. And so as today is the day where we commemorate the hope of the resurrection, I declare this day a day where I am resurrecting hope in my own life. Christ conquered death and through Him I can do all things; for that I am grateful.

In the words of Elder Wirthlin, Sunday Will Come!

"Each of us will have our own Fridays—those days when the universe itself seems shattered and the shards of our world lie littered about us in pieces. We all will experience those broken times when it seems we can never be put together again. We will all have our Fridays.

But I testify to you in the name of the One who conquered death—Sunday will come. In the darkness of our sorrow, Sunday will come.

No matter our desperation, no matter our grief, in this life or the next, Sunday will come."

I know this is true. So therefore, I am resurrecting hope. Sunday Will Come. All will be well.

I hope you know this too. If you don't, call me. We can chat about it. ;)

Note to self:

This is what happens...

When I play volleyball with no knee pads. See below for an example.

Trying to win to faculty vs. student volleyball game at work...and yes we won by 2 points even though I did a horrific job as setter.
So, therefore:Wear knee pads next time I play volleyball.

The End.

Dork.

Some things never change. When Stephen is around-even if it's just for a 4 hour layover- he is a dork. And he will always be a dork. Dahahaha.

John, if only you could've been here; the dorks would've been complete. Stephen. And you. Dahaha.

Supersensorial (Wha???)

Here's another DC happening that happened yesterday: The Supersensorial Exhibit at the Hirshhorn Museum in DC. Yes, it's this fancy-pants museum of modern art. Usually modern art isn't my thing, but I enjoyed expanding my horizons and thinking outside the box. In this case, it was thinking outside the color. My friend, Lindsay joined me for a good time.
Just check it out.

Here I am blue; trying to look like I know what I'm doing.

Paint tube art? Sounds original to me.

2 Simple colors. 1 Expensive painting. I don't get it.


Blue hangy thingys...that's the only name I could come up with for this picture.


This painting reminds me of the colored blocks I used to play with in elementary school...you know the ones with all of the different shapes?

Artsy pants.

Well, if you need to know what you should do with all of those spare bottles, here's an idea.

Love this pic.


It was super. It was sensational. It was supersensorial. Oh snap.