Teasing and Taunting

I've been told that I'm fun to tease. I don't know what makes me fun to tease, but it must be true because everyone teases me. Take all the guys on the science bowl team. Historically, only the alternate gets the constant ribbing. Except this year. Our alternate got a little teasing, they made him carry stuff and be a cheerleader for us. But most of the teasing and taunting went to me. I asked them once why that was and our math guy said "It's because you're a woman." The worst part is that I'm on three academic teams and the same people are on all three. So no matter where I go I'm constantly harassed by these four guys. Their favorites are "How many carats are in pure gold?" and "How many integers are there, Heather?" Once in practice they asked how many carats were in pure gold, I didn't answer, but I did make the mistake of admitting that I didn't know the answer which brought on a whole round of cheap boyfriend jokes. As for the other one, turns out that Atomic Number (of which there are only 118) are also represented by the letter Z along with integers. In my opinion they are not nearly as funny as one of them saying "Mexican Golf Course" instead of "Mexican Gulf Current" but go figure.

Babysitting

In my opinion babysitting is one of the better occupations for teenagers. I've been babysitting since I was eleven, so I've babysat a lot. I usually get a call once a week to watch kids on a Saturday night. I get between 6 and 10 dollars an hour. I really don't do a whole lot. Take last night for example. I got there at 6:30, I watched Cars with the little boy and played with a ball for an hour and a half and during the credits he fell asleep. So for the remaining hour and a half I played with my calculator (I forgot a book.) I got paid 30 dollars. I've had jobs where the kids where already asleep when I got there and all I had to do was sit on the couch and do my homework. It really is a great job. Sure, I've had to change diapers and gotten showered in the process and kids have screamed and fought, but usually when babysitters are over they're on their best behavior.

The deal:The first 5 people to respond to this post will receive something made by me for you! It will be my choice, but custom designed especially for you. Just so we’re on the same page, here are the details: No guarantees my gift will make you will feel absolute true love, but possibly some happiness, slight fervor, or maybe chocolate. It will be done sometime this year. You will have no clue what it will be… cookies, a photograph, a piece of homemade jewelry. It may be some other random thing I am capable of making or doing that would be enjoyable to you! I may bake something and mail it to you. Who knows? Not you! That’s for sure. I reserve the right to do something extremely strange.

The fine print (which is actually the same size, but whatever): You must re-post this on your blog and offer the same to the first 5 people who do the same on their blog. When you get your lovely homemade goods from me, post a picture on your blog so I know my love arrived without a hitch.

This was on my mom's blog who got it from her sister Julie's blog who got it from her friend Amy's blog---see how we're sharing the love? Who wants to play?

College

So I guess it's inevitable. I have to grow up. Not that that's a bad thing or anything, it's actually pretty fun. Colleges are sending me letters and brochures. At school they're making us write papers outlining our top careers and colleges (math professor, engineer, MIT, and BYU). It was pretty exciting to realize that I just passed the half way point of high school.

Contrariwise, my parents aren't as thrilled as I am. They only grudgingly gave permission for me to graduate early. They said that when we were little they couldn't wait for us to leave, but now that we're almost like actual people, it's sad.

Only 3 semesters left!!

Hello?

Well, Anna and I decided we would join the internet blogging world. And this is our first attempt. My mom has just left so she doesn't know about this yet. Let's hope we don't live to regret it. And since I'm Tweedledee I guess I'll throw in a 'contrariwise.' If you don't know what that's from you need to read the chapter from Through the Looking Glass called 'Tweedledee and Tweedledum.'