Whoa to American Girl

Normally I would not bash the American Girl company, but I have to make and exception in this case. Every year American Girl introduces a limited edition "Girl of the Year", this year is no exception. What I take exception to is the outrageous price for one of the items in the collection. American Girl is trying to sell a travel trailer for dolls. This set comes with a camper, camping gear, stickers to decorate the outside, and a message board on the inside drops down to make a bed. All this for the tidy sum of $295 plus additional state taxes and $25.95 shipping! This amounts to $340.42 if you live in the state of Ohio! And this doesn't even the bloody doll that is $95 more! Granted American girl products are of good quality, (I own 5 American Girls and will soon own a Bitty Baby)but $295.00 is a bit much. To an extent even the clothes are overpriced. I can make almost exactly the same thing and sell it for half the price. I'm not begrudging American Girl there business, but I am saying that in this economy it is ridiculous to try and sell something at an outrageous price.

Cabin Fever has arrived

What makes people go all gaga when the weather get even a fraction warmer in the month of March? I know adults suffer from it, but the kids are even worse. I had the misfortune of subbing for a sixth grade class on Friday and boy was it bad. On a normal day these students are quiet, orderly, and respectful, but let the temperature climb to near seventy degrees, and they turn into hideous little monsters who cannot sit still or keep their mouths shut. I never have to yell at these kids, but I had to scream at them that day. Why does the weather and the cycles of the moon have such an affect on kids? This whole cabin fever thing is enough to make a person long for Antarctica, where there is no such thing as a spring day. It really makes me long for snow! At least when it snows it tames the beast that is an eleven year old child.

Who wants to go back to high school?

How many people actually enjoyed high school? I mean seriously: Acne, mind numbing assignments, that 100 year old teacher that smelled like she had already been embalmed, and don't get me started on cheerleaders. Last Sunday I met a former classmate while out for lunch with my family. She proceeded to tell me, in her still bubbly and annoying voice, that May 27 th of this year is the tenth anniversary of our high school graduation and apparently they are planning a reunion. WHY? I have spent the last ten years trying to forget these people, why would I want to spent an evening trapped in a room with them? High school was not fun for me no matter how you slice it. I was short,(that hasn't changed) wore glasses, (at least now they're smaller), and everyone picked on me. I spent most of my time hiding behind a book or in the library. I figured it was better to avoid any social situations in order to avoid getting picked on. I had a small group of friends, fellow outcasts, with whom to commiserate, but other than that I was alone. Yes, I had a steady boyfriend my junior year and after my senior year, but the bastard made me cry at my senior prom, and was most likely cheating on me at the time, since by my nineteenth birthday he was engaged to another girl but still seeing me! So that part really sucked. I spent my teenage years as the victim of rude comments, vicious rumors, and being the object of the cheerleaders "makeover" obsession. For those of you who don't know what this is, it's when the cheerleaders decide to make you their pet project and try to change your physical appearance and tell how to act. Like these plastic, bubble headed, clones know what is going on.
I realize that I've come pretty far in the last ten years, but only in some areas. Yes, I have gotten a tiny bit taller (I can now reach the top shelf in the kitchen cabinet), I finished college with not one, but two degrees: with my eyes on a third, I've been in a stable relationship for nearly seven years, but I've fallen short of other things. I still live a home, I don't own my own car, and I work at a dead end job. (I just realized that my life is pathetic, please observe a moment of silence)
I just am not sure if I could do this, if I can face these people and stand up to the mental criticism. I barely have enough hutzpah to stand up for myself against my family, let alone one hundred and one other people. I guess we'll just have to wait and see.