Ok, great!

Ok Ok Ok Ok Ok Ok Ok Ok

Great!

Ok Ok Ok Ok Ok Ok Ok Ok

Got it!

Ok Ok Ok Ok Ok Ok Ok Ok

Absolutely!

That's usually what I say between the hours of 8 and 4:30. So I apologize for my lack of interesting vocabulary, both blogging and in person, it's merely habitual language for me at this point in time. Which makes it easy for you to know if I'm actually listening to you on the phone or if I'm too engrossed in Conan's opening to care about if my ok's and great's are pertinent to our conversation.

Did you notice the vocabulary at all in that? That's me: trying too hard.

But clearly not hard enough.

My vocabulary, math skills, and knowledge of US History has been on a steady decline since 7th grade. I blame notes, TRL, and Miss Sabin.

Which reminds me of a little exercise my 7th grade math teacher made us do to boost our junior high self esteem.

She was super techy and had a digital camera before they were really on the market. 1998ish. She took a blurry pixeled black and white pic of each of us when we walked into 6th hour one day. She printed out the pics and glued them on construction paper. Then we had to pass them, one by one, around the class and each write a positive thing about the person on the page.

GUESS WHAT MINE SAID.

Nice handwriting. Of a class of 20-some students, I would estimate 90%+ told me I had nice handwriting, good handwriting, or cool handwriting.

Let's keep in mind everyone else's said pretty, nice smile, I like your hair..appearance comments in general.

I got handwriting.

Thanks Miss Sabin for teaching our 6th hour math class to judge each other by looks and handwriting skills rather than our ability to do long division.

That was when I started spending more time on my appearance (showering and not wearing pajama pants (except on pajama pants day)) and significantly less time on math worksheets which bumped me from being the fastest multiplier/divider in the 5th grade to pulling C's in the average level classes until Statistics became the big exclamation point on my math career. And when I say exclamation point, I mean more of a question mark because let's be honest, I didn't have a clue what was up. Bill Kinney could have told you that.

Avoiding any and all math became my #1 collegiate goal which made me steer clear of Financial Accounting at all costs, leading me to the wonderful decision of switching to Com.

Dear Com. majors. It's all fun and games now. But knowing Bormann's theories on small group, role playing family communication, and being able to critically analyze tv shows and political speeches only gets you so far.

Thanks Dr. D.