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p to the seventh panini

The school year has finally come to a close, and I've accumulated a lot on the way.

Confession: I lug around a lot.  You can tell by the weight of my backpack as I struggle up the metro escalator (I believe that life's to short to stand on an escalator).

So I like to hang onto things, and it comes in handy sometimes.   My friends put up with my embarrassingly large bag so they can take advantage of my phone charger.  I'm kind of like Mary Poppins when she pulled a lamp post out of her enormous diaper bag.


Oh so you need a pencil for your test? I have a pencil case full of mechanical pencils (one of which works).
Just opened your yogurt and need a spoon? I have a set of clean silverware in the front pocket.
Getting a pedicure during your free period? Don't fear, I have extra flip flops.
Forgot you have to wear shorts in PE today?  I have a razor and travel soap.
That boy from 7th period texted you and batteries at 2%?  I have three iPhone chargers.  Worship me.
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sweet bread from valtellina

If everyone in the world had to bake a loaf of bread from scratch, the world would be a better place. 
Let me elaborate.

Basically, bread baking is a huge pain in the butt.   It requires patience, planning skills, and upper body strength -- all things that I lack...
If it's such a pain, then why do I bake bread from scratch?  Because baking bread has taught me many life lessons... and because that first slice, fresh out of the oven with a big smear of melted butter (because I totally deserve it) is worth all the hassle and *minor* mental breakdowns. 

Anyways, here are the things that bread has taught me: 
Bread has taught me to plan ahead.  I've learned the hard way that if dinner's at seven, I better start the loaf at four.  There are few things more painful to watch than hungry people crunching on spinach salad while the bread is still in the oven -- especially when they can smell all of that carby-goodness wafting out of the oven. I've also learned not to run out the doo…

banana nutella eggrolls

Surprises can be sweet.  I've talked a bit about surprises before -- about how I'm kind of in the middle, loving to surprise other people but enjoy being "in the know" myself.


I realized that the reason I had this outlook was because I had never really, truly been surprised before. When I was little, I would always plan my little birthday parties down to the napkins.  I peeked behind the teacher's desk on the last day of 2nd grade, so I knew that she had bought us all popsicles for the last day of school.  And, as I told you before, I have a different ringtone for all of my contacts so I know who's calling me before I pick up the phone.


Well, it's that time of year again -- prom season.  After Spring break, I look forward for my entire school going on hold for all of the brief interruptions that break up the otherwise monotonous day.


For a girl with a limited attention span, having marshmallows, posters, and an ever-growing number of rose petals …