Bed unmade

Went to school yesterday and hung out with the children. I'm so thankful I grew up in a small town and that my parents put me through Catholic school, where there were only 12 kids in my class from first to eighth grade. Yeah it sucked having to be friends with the children you were stuck with, but the teacher could give you attention if you were struggling. Boyfriend's mom teaches 30 little nine year olds, half of which don't get their homework and are behind in reading. It made me sad.

When I was in school you had an 8 hour schedule. You did reading, phonics, math, science, social studies, spelling, and then art/gym/music/computer. At this school they spend the morning writing in journals and working on reading. Then they go to recess and work on reading some more. Then they eat lunch work on math then go to the computer lab/gym or music. I feel like they weren't being taught anything really. It was sad and scary to think what it's going to be like when we have kids.

Boyfriend and I went out last night. Applebees has 5 dollar burgers and pitchers of beer.
We watched the Auburn vs Oregon game. Cam Newton Gross.

Then the beer starts flowing and we start talking about how I forgot to make the bed that morning before I left. I grew up never making my bed and he grew up going to his friends house to be later called by his dad to come home and make his bed. In college I'd make the bed before he came over sometimes, but it was my bed and i didn't really care if it was made or not. So he is all like well you have to start making the bed because it's not just your bed anymore.

So i woke up this morning and made the bed.