Mama Didn't Raise No Fool!

So I'm pretty sure I'm taking this blog thing a little too seriously. Most people write once a day, or once a week. But no, not I. I, Amanda, have made it my own personal requirement to write when I find something funny. Because every time something funny happens to me, I usually tell someone. Usually that someone will laugh, probably at the way I describe it. Believe me, I've had it all happen to me... from running out of gas outside my apartment and having to ride my bike to the nearest gas station to fill a gas can to falling UP the stairs going into work (with a Hazelnut coffee in my hands. Needless to say, the stairs were proof of my stumble, so much so that my co-worker jokingly called me out on it. This WAS an office building consisting of several companies. Whatever.)

Well anyway, in case you haven't noticed, I do tend to go off topic when I write. It may be part of my English minor for my first degree. (There is a second already in progress, which adds to my stress. More on that later. Maybe.)  But something funny did happen today.

If you have parents like mine, they wanted to capture every moment of your childhood. Ah, the School Years book. The book where your parents keep every report card, every dreaded school picture, and a record of what occupation you wished to pursue from age 4 on. (Funny, as I look back, for the majority of my childhood I wanted to be a nurse. This then moved onto a hairdresser. Note I am, and never will be, any of the above)

I guess the best part about this is my report cards. First of all, I was extremely bright. A+'s adorned my report cards all quarters. I made honor roll every quarter as well. And this is no easy task. Learning cursive, long division and proper use of adverbs. Blechhh never again.

But that's not what's funny. I think what's funny are the optional comments my teachers left. I'm sure you'll agree. So... without further ado.... enjoy!

Kindergarten: January 1989:

"Amanda is making very good progress. She is learning to be self-reliant and developing a good deal of confidence in a room full of boys. Her friendliness and sense of humor have made her well-liked."

(HA! I was one of two girls with SIXTEEN boys. I had to learn pretty quickly to be confident. And today?! Good luck catching me walking up to someone to make conversation first. What the hell happened to the confident 5 year old I used to be?!)

And the BEST part.... I couldn't write my name and had weak small muscle control. 

1st Grade: January 1990:

"Amanda's excellent work is a reflection of her fine attitude and effort. She is a joy to work with. Her "bubbly" personality really brightens my day.

(Past and future employers.... please take note. I have always been awesome :))

2nd Grade: November 1990:

"Amanda is doing a beautiful job. I'd like to hear more from her during class discussions. I'm sure she has a lot to offer."

(Pardon moi? Is this where my confidence plummeted? Perhaps it was the turn of unfortunate events on the playground... aka.... wetting your pants? Come on.... I was 7. I had to go. The bathroom was far. Boys don't like girls who can't hold their bladder. Strike one.)

...and then... that's it. That's all we have on record. So apparently, in my younger days, I was a confident funny little girl with a bubbly personality. Then.... I got shy. Maybe I was just waiting to burst onto the scene of awesomeness. Either way... those of you who know me know I'm no shy girl... and seriously, I take after my mama. And Mama Didn't Raise No Fool!

Until neeexxxt time :)