Ch-ch-ch-ch-changes

Oh, David Bowie, you warm my heart. When I went to the Rock & Roll Hall of Fame (in Cleveland, OH of all places), I saw a display of costumes from afar. One of them was a jumpsuit with metal wings attached. I instantly knew it was once David Bowie's. And oh, was I ever right. It's that kind of crazy predictability that makes him so awesome. 

But about the changes in my life...

I took out my eyebrow ring this week. I recall a conversation I had with a lovely. grandmotherly co-op volunteer, in which she asked if I thought I needed my eyebrow ring to feel beautiful. The answer, of course, was and still is no, but I don't think I understood how much it had become part of my identity. Last year I was the cool sub with eyebrow ring (that is, until I made students do their actual, assigned work--HORRORS!). This year, my employers remarked on how well it suited me. My fiance has an eyebrow ring. I liked how it looked on me. But now, all of that is gone. I had it for 2 years, meaning that it was starting to grow out and wasn't looking very nice anymore. I had to set a date to take it out or I'd never have done it. However, I still wash and dry my face carefully to avoid snagging my now-phantom pierced eyebrow.

My new job starts Jan 20. I think it's a pretty good sign that I love my job when I leave scheduling meetings and employee trainings thinking, "Man, I'm so excited! I LOVE the Butterfly Pavilion!" Yes, I am a science nerd, and proud of it. But remember, I'm the cool teacher with the eyebrow ring! (Oh wait...) Also, another sign (in my opinion) that you have a good job is that an average day for you involves dressing up like a butterfly in front of 50 2nd graders and handling caterpillars and dead butterflies. But maybe that's just me...