Monday, May 02, 2011

This birthday thing is awesome. Everyone should have one.

How did I plan a movie day for freshman English that would coincide perfectly with my birthday?  Total coincidence, but that's the best present I could have given myself.  While Leonardo DiCaprio entertains impressionable young girls with his own teenage angst, I am wrapping up the AP grading.  Oh yeah, and writing at my desk.

Birthdays generally give me a healthy dose of anxiety.  I can't explain it except to say that surprises set me on edge and I have a hard time being the center of attention in that way.  A recent episode of Bethenny Ever After (I know, my references are so erudite) reflected exactly how I feel about birthdays.  I want people to know it's my birthday because if it passed without mention that would be sad; I also have a really hard time when anyone actually makes a big deal out of it because I get the squirmies about everyone looking at me.  Being on stage, teaching--these are public venues that cause no fear because I have complete control.  People paying attention to me because it's my birthday?  That feels scary.  That's really about me.

So this year I decided to just try not to expect my birthday to be or not be anything at all.  Just another day, you know?  I bought myself a mocha for a treat (instead of an Americano) and a breakfast sandwich at Starbucks and I arrived at school around 6:30 so I could finish grading a stack of AP essays that I forgot to take home this weekend.  I love quiet mornings at school, so that was the best way to start a birthday.

Already, though, it's been a great happy thing.  Yesterday was a nice early celebration--K and I went to see Jane Eyre and then E and the kids took me out for crab (and a mason jar margarita).  Moody English movies, tequila and a crab coma?  Yes please.  And as I said, today has been filled with text messages and birthday lunch and well-wishes from friends and little Facebook comments that have been blowing up my inbox like...  well, I wrote something there but I deleted it because it was too gross.  Use your imagination.

Old pic (2009) of bedroom needing paint.  Today it will be FINISHED!
As I type, my bedroom is being painted by none other than my handsome husband.  I'm going to get home and see a finished bedroom--the last room in our house that needed to be done.  I'm going to take Roo to her last running practice, go for a birthday run myself, and then chow down on some Paesanos with the in-laws.  Love.

Seriously, I can't get over how nice it is to have a Facebook page full of little notes from all these voices--especially those I taught.  I feel like a lucky girl to have so many good people in my life.

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