Like a smack in the face!

So earlier today, I was thinking about a time during college when I was accused of cheating. Yes, yes, I know, hard to believe.

I was a junior taking Anthropology 101 (circa 2005) and we were taking a multiple-choice test. I knew all the answers (seriously, I did!) but I was curious as to how my friend next me was doing. I noticed that he'd already answered a few wrong, and I was thinking that I hoped he didn't fail. Innocent me didn't even THINK about how it must look, me peeking ever-so-slightly at his exam. I guess I peeked a little longer than I thought because the next thing I knew the professor came over to me, took my test, and marched me to the very front of the class (there were about 50 students) and sat me down right in front of him. Since it hadn't even registered yet what happened, I was utterly dumbfounded and asked what was going on. He looked at me like I was an idiot and told me he saw me looking at the other guy's paper. Well, I had never been so completely mortified in my LIFE. I started to try to explain, but I quickly realized that the professor didn't know me, didn't know anything about me... of course I just looked like another cheater. I thought I was going to vomit all over myself. Fortunately I held it back. I finished the exam in record time (I guess he "caught" me early enough that it wasn't worth failing me over, thank God), handed it in, and left as fast as possible.

For some reason I started to think about this while I was teaching my level 2 class today. They were doing some pairwork speaking and I was just listening, so my mind wandered a bit. I'm pretty sure just remembering all those feelings made me feel sick all over again... I must have looked it, too, because a student asked if I was okay. Oops. I came back to reality after that.

It's just so weird how you can remember some situations as if they just happened yesterday, with all of the same feelings, but others quickly leave your mind.

It seems that the moments we wish to forget always stay with us the longest.

Happy Twenty-Ten!

Hello, world! It's 2010--a whole DECADE since the deadly Y2K bug! A whole DECADE since I've been legally able to drive! A whole DECADE since... well... a lot of things!
Anyway.
We didn't do anything for New Years' Eve. Can you believe it? Marc and I are already turning into old farts. We did at least stay up to welcome the new year, but that was all. No frills, no drinking, nothing. Ahh, oh how the times are changing.
It's strange to think how much I've changed since 2000. In 2000, I was a mere sophomore in high school. I was attending my first-ever public school and realizing that I'd been quite sheltered throughout most of my life. I was playing soccer (don't laugh!) and swooning over basically the entire boys' soccer team. That was also the year I left to attend boarding school and met my bestest friend.

10th Grade, before a choir concert

11th Grade; I couldn't actually play that guitar, unless you count the first part of "Dueling Banjos"

Freshman year of college

Junior year, by far the best year of college, I think

One of the first pics of me and Marc together, on my 22nd birthday

My first car accident

Look, we're making a heart!

Did you like our trip down memory lane? I like to dig up old pictures and show them off. Mainly because I like 9834683476 pounds smaller, but you know, whatever. :)

Oh, we went to Seoul today. There's a big Andy Warhol exhibit so we went with a couple of friends to see that, then we went to eat at On the Border (mmmmmm!) and saw Sherlock Holmes. It was a pretty good movie, although some parts dragged a little bit.

We kept getting shushed on the train. Apparently our waegook voices were just too loud. It was hard to hear over the train! Oh well. It was a nice day, all in all. Now my darling husband is torturing the cats with this toy that my dad sent them as a Christmas gift. It's just a feather and a ball attached to a little pole, but the kitties can play for hours. Sometimes we just prop it up somewhere and watch them go. Mewster's a little lazy though... he only plays if it actually comes to him. Elliot, however, will actually chase the thing.

Oi, long post. I've been rambling. Catch ya later, alligator.