The Whimsical Anniversary

I figured I'd do a 1 year anniversary post for November 6th.
So happy 1 year, me.

If you want to be amazed, consider that I started blogging in 7th grade.
I was 13 and obsessed with Orlando Bloom. Like OB-sessed. True story.

In case you all have never looked up the word "whimsical", here it is:

Playfully quaint or fanciful, esp. in an appealing and amusing way.

If and when I die, I'd like that somewhere in my eulogy.
Just sayin'.
*cue The Band Perry right here*

I dressed up like a sorority girl for Halloween:






















Oversized t-shirt + leggings + flipflops/Ugg boots = sororitastic
Not because I want to be one, but because this is what they typically wear.
The aviators were just a bonus.
Flip flops in the summer, Ugg boots when it gets colder.
But I didn't have any Ugg boots.
Because I think they're Ugg-ly.

I've decided that I want to teach a class. It would be a variation on a public speaking class.
WHAT? ALLIE? TEACHING? PUBLIC SPEAKING?
Settle down, Esmerelda.

Anyway- this class would be on presentations. More specifically, it would be a two-day seminar on the fundamental no-nos of creating and presenting Powerpoint presentations.

The first morning, I would teach everyone how to use powerpoint in an non-annoying manner. That afternoon, I would teach everyone how to present their non-annoying presentation in a non-annoying way. For homework, I'd assign them a topic for which they must make a presentation.

The second class, they make their presentations. And then if they do everything up to acceptable standards, they get an A. If not, they fail and have to retake the class. No Bs, Cs, or Ds because this is an Allie J class, and I have zero tolerance for slackers.
Also, I would make it a MANDATORY course. Especially for business students.
Why?
Because apparently people in college still read from the slides and don't realize how boring, annoying and ridiculous that particular behavior is.

In reality, powerpoint presentations are so easy that even mushrooms could do them in their sleep. I'm convinced that it has become a widely-accepted form of communication, and so it is a necessary skill to be able to make coherent, social interactions in which you treat your audience more like people and less like deaf vegetables.

I also think I am extremely qualified to teach a public speaking/presentation course because I personally was so terrible at it in the past. I mean- I used to freaking burst into tears when talking to a group of people. So, I can honestly say I have been there through all the terribleness, and I'd serve as a complete 180 testimonial to my pupils.

I hate that word.
Pupils.
Ugh.

But that's probably how I'd introduce the course. People always like true stories.
*wink*
(that was a prop unto myself)

So what do you guys think? Is it a good way to make dynamic individuals out of monotonic schlubs? Man, I really wish there was a way I could do this.
A face-to-face class would be more beneficial, but perhaps I'd make more money if I sold my ideas on a disk as an on-line course.
Business Idea #11.

(Business Idea #10 was mechanical colored pencils.)

I also want to teach a Facebook-status writing class, but I don't think that would go over well, seeing as how people would claim how using caps lock and bad grammar is a form of "expression" and I'd be encroaching on their 1st amendment rights.

So I just find it easier to "remove" the linguistic abusers.
Yeah, you guys know what I'm talking about.

I didn't see my archnemesis in the stairwell after tax class today like usual. I see him every once in a while on campus, lurking where he ought not to lurk. You guys probably didn't even know I had an archnemesis. But I do. It makes my life that much more like a comic book, complete with illustrated laughing squares and sound effects.

*during dinner at El Som*
Me: So I don't want to go to grad school anymore.
Mike: What?!?! Where is this coming from? WHY?
Me *crying*: Because I don't feel like it!!!!

Despite my flawless reasoning right there, I've decided to stick with grad school and become a CPA if not for anything more than the lolz.
Sure, there's job opportunities and networking and promotions and raises and prestige.
But it'll mainly be for the lolz.
(and I can still go to Chicago)

I have just been worrying and crying a lot for no particular reason lately.
It feels like this:






But I learned fast how to keep my head up 'cause I
Know I got this side of me that
Wants to grab the yoke from the pilot and just
Fly the whole mess into the sea.
-Young Pilgrims; the Shins

Soul'd out,
TWS