My first cold.

I'm just about done with my first cold, as a married woman. That's right: in 2.5 years of marriage, not one cold virus! I thank my teaching profession for my excellent immune system. So there was Matthew, seeing me all snotty and gross--also for the first time :)

I'm usually not sick. I was terribly sick one time last year: March 9th. I remember it clearly because I was typing out my lesson plans at 3am in between sprints to the bathroom. I would like to never ever again meet that bug. So even though I tend to stay healthier than Matt, he picks on me for always getting mysterious pains that come from nowhere and that disappear randomly--and especially on the day of my doctor's visit. Now, I'm no hypochondriac, I assure you. These pains were real:

My second year of teaching, in the fall semester, I used to get terrible, piercing headaches. Once I woke up at 2am holding my head it hurt so bad. That's when we made an appointment with a doctor, and we drove there even though there was a blizzard. My doctor thought my case was very peculiar and thought it was due to stress. She asked if anything changed or had happened recently. I told her that no, this was my second year of teaching, etc... Then I added "oh, I just got married!" And there we were, in an awkward silent pause. She prescribed some sort of anti-inflammatory drug that was supposed to shrink my brain a little. I still blame my memory lapses and stupidity on that drug.

The next summer I had terrible stomach pains. Right in the middle of my abdomen, making me stop right in my tracks, out of breath! They disappeared when I got to the doctor. She said it was probably an ulcer.

Last summer, I had bad back pains (probably from moving boxes then camping on hard ground). And recently I had wrist pains for only two days. Strange, right?

So today on my day off, I rested and I worked a little. I baked 58 peanut butter and chocolate chip cookies for a musical event on Saturday night. I did some chores. I did a tiny bit of knitting. And I sent in my application to 8 different private schools in the area, regardless of their job openings. I figured they'll have my papers on file whether they like it or not. That took the better part of my afternoon, but it's done! I emailed 4 and 4 more will be in the mail tomorrow. It's great because they're getting a brilliant cover letter, my resume and two recommendation letters from principals. Only one of the private schools had a job for me, but it was split with Spanish. Only God knows what will happen now. I'm keeping my eyes out for public school openings too.

Matt came home at 5 o'clock, just as I was getting started on dinner. He suggested (all happy and enthusiastically) that we eat at the dining hall! Cough cough, excuse me?!? You're chosing for the dining hall over my home cookin? He explained that it was his French table night--basically he eats for free and chats with students in French (it's a requirement for them). So, free food here we came... and went. I didn't eat much. The smells were causing just too many bad CJ memories from college. The CJ was the 'common john' = the common toilet where you'd do your business without harming any of your roommates or suitemates. Wait, how did we get here?

Anywho, nobody came to our table and we ate in a room full of undergrads. We laughed, remembering the awkwardness of walking from the food line to the round tables, taking your grand ol' time, not knowing who to sit with, and fearing no one would come sit by you if you chose an empty table... What were your most awkward memories in college?