Teenage Hormone Wrangler, a.k.a. Middle School Teacher
Teenage Hormone Wrangler, a.k.a. Middle School Teacher
Masters
Catholic
Progressive
(Very Important to me)
How about we… go see if "The Great Gatsby" does the story justice.
How about we… grab some coffee or tea and some pastries, head to the park, and read the NYTimes sports section aloud (only half seriously).
How about we… drink in the coffee and the Klimt at the Neue Galerie.
community bread bake on Chicago's South Side
Waking up and lounging in bed to the radio, going on a long run/bike, home-cooked food, a nap, and some good conversation along the way
It's a toss up between Amelie or Drop Dead Fred
I've fiddled my way around New York by way of Minnesota, Chicago, and Krakow, often with fiddle in tow. I avoided being a teacher until I realized that everything I did was somehow related to the edification of others. Most of all, I know that I still have a lot to learn.
First concert: All 4 One (not even one of the good boy bands!) Dream concert: Mahler's Symphony of a Thousand played by an orchestra of Care Bears (or did you not mean a concert I had a dream about...?)
Conversational sign language
Never asking a single question
something I baked
Daisy Miller, but without that nasty dying business
a do-er
naps
bribe my way into a job at Conde Nast so I could keep getting paid to work as a travel writer.