Yesterday, I went on a mule event at Parkade Elementary. I managed to get a sunburn that caused me to be delusional part of the night. That wasn't cool.
Anyway, I also wondered 'Why did I choose to be a veterinarian? Grade school teacher would of been so much better!'
While, I may not like kids in particular, I am pretty good with them. My enthusasim really works well. Being crazy is a plus here.
On the first ride, we only had kids in the back. To make sure no one fell out, I rode with them and talked to all of the kids. We talked about how old we were and what grade they were in.
There was a little boy, Sam who was six or seven and his sister, Emmie that was three. Sam told me he was wearing sandles while Emmie was wearing hot pink snow boots because that's what she wanted to wear. Please keep in mind that it was about 80 degrees and Emmie meanwhile was in a cute light purple sundress-with her hot pink snow boots. Emmie just smilled and showed me her boots-in case there was a blizzard to trek through later, I'm sure. My ovaries hurt.
When I got back home, Joe and I put aside the fight we had the night before and went for some ice cream. There were two cute blond girls there with their mom. Their mom was explaining why she had a picture of one of them in her wallet as she paid. When saying that it was too make her happy when the girls weren't around, the little girl responded with 'Don't be sad, mommy.' Ouch! My ovaries!
Anyway, I'm back at school in a little kid cuteness free zone. So that's cool. Except that I asked Joe the other day if wouldn't he just love a cute little girl. To which he answered with a name suggestion. (I'm not going to give it away for its become the thing we don't speak of.) I freaked out because I HAD THOUGHT OF THE EXACT SAME NAME THE DAY BEFORE. AHH!
So, little kids aside, all of my big kid friends have graduated. No longer are they students (well, Martha sort of is since she's an intern here at the university), but they are doctors. I went and saw them graduate and managed not to cry. It was bittersweet for me. I really loved all of the friends I made in undergrad and it was the one time in my life, that I truely felt like I belonged. No matter how weird I was, no matter my grades-good or bad, no matter my crazy ideas or habits, no matter how often my stomach betrayed me-they were there. They were my family. I'll miss them and can only hope that I see them often enough. I've always wanted to go to Chicago where Amie now is. Frei is only in St. Louis (after her return from Thailand). I hope Erick invites me to his wedding. (He's be threatened.) And Martha is her for my amusement for another year. It will be okay. I know it.
[EDIT-Originally published to Blogger on May 31, 2011]
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