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*Inspired by one of Mollie’s posts…

Almost 24, yet safe and secure in the knowledge that:

I am taking advantage of the period in my life when I can still eat chocolate for breakfast. It’s ok to still have your friends over and part take in play fights, involving hair pulling and a very queasy tummy after jumping around too much following the consumption of Thai take-away. I can still get away with talking like I am 15. Like, totally just get away with it. I’m on the precipice of a time when it’s acceptable to buy tissues because they have Hannah Montana on the packet.

Degrees: Check. Job: Check.

My friends and I have reached a suitable age when we can criticise teen fashion (white socks over leggings? Hello?!) but still follow them if we find said fashions to be of a superior class (Headbands? Yes!) I’m still young enough to plan and dream about stupid schemes and dreams, which still have a remote possibility of coming true (live in a Northern NSW treehouse? Sure, why not. Marry a Prince I will meet at a bar, a la Princess Mary and become future Queen of European country? Hell yes! Work for a fashion magazine? Look after native animals at my house? Have an organised filing system in my classroom? Be on ‘Dancing with the Stars’? Shack up with Hamish Blake? Dare to dream…)

Saturdays are for spending the morning in pajamas, eating overpriced salads for lunch and dancing all night. Sundays are for sleeping in, gelati, chats on the balcony with people you partied with on the previous night, reading the paper, watching movies and doing last minute work preparation (while eating toast for dinner).

Having said that, it’s perfectly acceptable to spend Saturday night watching DVDs and eating burnt microwave popcorn with fabulous people.

I’m mature enough to be besties with the more mature ladies at work, but still young enough to love discussing the Teen Choice Awards with the Grade 6 girls.  Old enough to make grown up choices (buy a house, get married, la di dah…), young enough to kiss random boys at parties. Old enough to drive, young enough to car dance. Draw wisdom from movie quotes, gain inspiration from great women, adore my friends.

Yep, not bad. Not bad at all.

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Who Am I?

Sometimes, when I am bored after work, standing in my classroom and can’t be bothered doing something productive such as setting up tomorrow’s activities, I do the dance to ‘Stop’ by the Spice Girls.

I love headbands. This is inspired by Blair from G.G. I may never have her wealth, but at least I can have her headbands. XOXO.

I used to live on a farm and breed frogs when I was little. I thought I could save the world, one tadpole at a time. I was also really bored.

I paint my nails while I am in bed. This means that I have to sleep with my hands crossed on my chest. I know it’s weird but I never get time to do them otherwise and I now have it down to a smudge-free fine art.

One day, I want to live in Northern N.S.W and have a big white house on stilts that has dark wood floors. I love getting to school in the morning and having to turn on the air conditioner and the thought of doing this almost every day makes me almost faint with excitement.

I have two favourite girls names, ‘Sophie’ and ‘Lucy’. So if I ever have boys, I might need to call them ‘Sophie’ & ‘Lucy’. Poor kids.

Cate Blanchett and I have lived in the same suburb.Yeah, we’re pretty cool.

I studied Italian for 16 years. I can pretty much only remember how to say ‘Ho studiato italiano all’universita`. Non ho ricordo tanta della lingua’.         ‘I studied italian at university. I don’t remember much of the language’.)       And I don’t even know if that is grammatically correct. However I do sound impressive reading off menus at Italian restaurants.

My name starts with L.

You guessed it. It’s me!

The pay may not be amazing, but the feeling of being treated like a rock star every day is. I seriously think that teaching is one of those jobs that has just enough of those rock star moments to keep you coming back.

Rock Star Moment #1

As I was wandering around the muddy oval on yard duty today with 10 Prep girls traipsing after me, Lucy said to me “Do ya know what my dream is? That everyone in the class is away and you just get to teach me. That would be sooo cool”.

I guess I could look at this comment in two ways, either I don’t pay Lucy enough attention in class or she really likes me. I prefer to choose the latter.

Rock Star Moment #2

I was chatting to one of my parent helpers while the kids ate lunch, when she said, “The girls dress up as you every afternoon when they get home and play ‘schools’. They wear black leggings and high heels and cover themselves in jewellery. I will definitely have to video it for you”. Guess it’s good to hear I have a signature style…plus it’s nice to think someone wants to be you even if they are 5 year old.

Especially when you feel like you are stuck in rotational work uniform, have chipped fingernails and got caught in the rain walking to your car (meaning your freshly GHD’d hair has decided to give itself weirdo bendy waves).

Rock Star Moment #3

I love that when I am so over thinking about assessments, reports, Running Records, timetables etc….I see 23 grinning faces fighting for window space and peeking through my classroom door’s window when the morning bell rings. I love the way they shout at me to let them in and almost fall over each other in their scramble to get in the door.

Rock Star Moment #4, #5, #6, etc.

Having 5 year olds quote back to you lame jokes and pointless stories you told them MONTHS ago. Hearing “Oooh that’s good! You are SUCH a good artist!” when you draw a stick figure ostrich on the board.  Hearing the a Prep child respond with “She knows because she’s a teacher. Teachers are smart” . Bless! Being offered the lolly bag with 2 Freddo Frogs in it on someones birthday. Finding mis-spelt notes and crayon drawings on your desk, addressed to you. Knowing that a five year old trusts you enough to run to you and nuzzle into your neck when she is crying.

To all the teachers out there…

When it’s the end of the day, you’re counting down to holidays and you’ve just sent a five year old to the Principal’s office because they told their classmate to “Get F*CKED!” (as I did today), try to think of the Rock Star Moments.

Whenever we are bored, my friends and I discuss what our lives would be like if we were celebrities.

In this game, we do our normal jobs, live in our normal homes and hang with our usual crew, however we are world famous. (We make the rules, because you can do that in your own games, although the whole notion is kind of weird since we wouldn’t have any reason to be famous if we did what we do now, but that’s beside the point).

I like to think that in my own fame game, I would be less trashbag Lilo famous and more cool, down to earth but none-the-less A-List famous (I’m thinking Natalie Portman/Reese Witherspoon etc).

I do love my hair like this...

I’d be pretty busy, what with my regular appearances on late night chat shows, guest editorials with Vogue and partying it up with Hugh Jackman and my fellow home-town girl Cate Blanchett, but I’d still make time to do some regular jaunts down to the beach with my friends. Of course, it would be hard to escape the paps down there.             What would the headlines make of random dodgy hook-ups at the Conti nightclub or days spent crusing in convertables with my friend’s boyfriends? My addiction to beachside home made gelati might spark crash diet rumours and my escapades dancing under the influence would ensure that Who & New Weekly would have me in rehab before Winter is out.

Perhaps my 2010 plans to flee the country and chase, haphazardly and crazily, after my dreams may be seen as a ‘BIG RISK’ (and some people I know see it). They would probably think I was running away from my troubles (which I’m not. As  Uncle Remus says in ‘Song of the South’, “You can’t run away from your troubles. There ain’t nowhere that far”). Or maybe just that I was a girl in search of more bits of the world.

Would the stuff I do for charities be seen as awesome? Giving back is the new black’ etc. (I once used this as a pick up line at a Charity ball…It worked, much to my amusement. Although we were both wasted…)

The perks would be many (free clothes, goodie bags, dinners with Oprah, tickets to premiere events, my own range of gluten free yet edible pastries). Although I guess I should be thankful that in real life, no one important is going to judge me when I am vicariously copying the style of a celeb or talking to my little fish bottle of soy sauce when it threatens to fall on my sushi. But it’s still fun to think about.

Plus, my best friend TOTALLY is the spitting image of Drew Barrymore. So I’m basically famous already.

xx

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...and it got me thunking... A dip platter is my idea of a perfect meal beach Beyonce` would know Bill Cosby was right and kids do say the darndest things birthday girl bloggers bloggers who rock boys with black nail polish are the sex bushfires champagne child of the 80s chocolate Christmas cupcakes make the world go round dancing to cheesy songs could end war forever david jones dogs are some of the best people i know dreaming family fashion fashion thrills me forwards free friends morph into family frogs Gen Y gluten Gossip Girl XOXO half a letter and half a list Hamish Blake gives me a lift on my ride home Hard to believe but sometimes we are even cooler then Carrie Bradshaw headbands are what dreams are made of Heels equal power honest I'm actually 15 i'm bored therefore i blog i'm such a girl i adore kids books I am you are we are Australian I can't remember as I was a bit smashed i love HK and all its mango drinks i really hope you don't know me i still believe in Santa i wish i spoke in amazing quotations I would have a Diet Coke IV if i could jokes just a moment life long love Lilo Lily Allen Melbourne Miley Cyrus miranda kerr my friends are the best friends once upon a time i loved Hanson parents are intesting sometimes read my brain sad but true sometime i think little kids are smarter then me Spice Girls Spring has sprung Summer Sunday Taylor Swift teaching this show is my life travel unrealistic is more realistic we're all dying too weekends when I'm bored I'm crazy when will i will i be famous? Winter yes i rock singstar

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