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Study Links Drop in Test Scores to a Decline in Time Spent Reading. 

from the article –

The data also showed that students who read for fun nearly every day performed better on reading tests than those who reported reading never or hardly at all.

As I child, I was a nerd.  I spent a lot of time in my room by myself reading books.  I spent a lot of time in public reading books. I was also terribly hyperactive.  Basically, if I was sitting still, my nose was probably in a book.  I’m not sure how it works for a hyperactive attention deficit child to be a compulsive reader, but it just happened to be the only time I was able to focus.  I think it had to do with my overactive imagination and the fact that I was (and still am) captivated by stories.  Books were my escape from my everyday life of losing things, breaking stuff, and being reprimanded by adults. 

I think I was made fun of for reading so much.  I don’t really remember, because I was a pretty unaffected child, and probably didn’t really care.  My love for reading far outweighed any sort of social stigma I might have experienced. 

The first time I because cognizant that my reading habits had been the subject of ridicule was in high school.  Because in high school we started taking standardized tests like the SAT.  And I was good at these tests.  And friends started saying things like, "Well, I guess we shouldn’t have made fun of you for reading so much when we were little."  Even parents would say things like, "You sure showed us, even though we used to pick on you for reading all the time, you have the last laugh with your SAT score."  And honestly my score wasn’t anything for the record books, but I did well early in high school, it never got a lot better, but I took the tests early which for some reason seemed to make them more impressive than they actually were. 

But my first thought with these comments was – "Huh? Y’all were making fun of me?  I don’t remember that."  And "I wonder if reading really is the way to do well on standardized tests."  And I’ve sort of been wondering about that ever since. 

And so I thought this article was really interesting.  Obviously, if reading doesn’t bring you pleasure, you aren’t going to read for pleasure.  So it isn’t really fair to say that if you want to do well you should read.  Because, well, the advantage is probably in the margin of people who actually read ALL THE TIME for YEARS.  So, I think you really need the love.  But, anyway, thought it was an interesting article. 

Also wanted to talk about this article on Denial – but don’t have time.  Love the topic of denial.  Think it is really fascinating. 

Happy, Pretty Day

I’m feeling a ton better this morning.  I still sound kind of bad, and I’m not 100%, but I started feeling better late yesterday afternoon, and I didn’t mind getting out of bed this morning. 

I’ve been productive this morning, and I’m really excited about thanksgiving, and everyone coming home, and the beautiful weather we are having this week.  I do wish it was a little colder, just because it doesn’t feel very thanksgivingish, but I honestly can’t complain. 

I am thankful for so many things – not least of which that I don’t have to study for law school exams anymore.  The stress of school really puts a damper on the thanksgiving celebrations.  For those of you still studying, good luck, you will make it, and it will make your future thanksgivings all the more sweet. 

Now, for a laugh, compliments of Libby –

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I’ve had a terrible cold since Friday.  I thought it was just allergies, but I’m now convinced that I have an actual real cold.  My voice is totally gone, I was up all night last night coughing, and my head hurts. 

I haven’t been sick in a really long time.  And there is something lame about having a really bad cold.  Because, I don’t have a fever or anything, and maybe I’m just being dramatic.  The only thing that helps make me seem actually believeably sick, is my voice.  I sound TERRIBLE. 

I’m tired of being sick!  I have cookies to make for thanksgiving!  I don’t want to be sick during thanksgiving. 

I’m being a child.  I know it. 

Zaxbys is my homeboy

I woke up this morning feeling like I had the flu.  My arms and legs ached, my head hurt, my throat was sore, and I was coughing. 

But then I realized that my body was sore because I ran yesterday and the day before and I’m out of shape. 

My cold symptoms were simply allergies that I was being dramatic about. 

And I would, in fact, still have to get up and go to work today.  And that I am, of course, a hypochondriac. 

But in other news, little Briscoe is actually sick.  It is so sad, I can’t explain to her why she doesn’t feel good, and I have to make her take this medicine that she hates and she runs away from me.

The temperature has been dropping all day long.  Brrr.

I’m going to a young lawyers happy hour in the next little bit of my life.  It is at this bar we used to sneak into when we were in high school, that shut down when I was probably a sophomore in college, and just opened back up like six months ago.  The bar is almost on the property of my high school, in the shadows of the football stadium.  I’m pretty excited.  I haven’t been back since it reopened, and I’m expected a lot of excitement over lost glory days from a majority of the crowd. 

Also, I ordered a dress in the mail that came in yesterday that I am totally and completely obsessed with.  LOVE IT.  Happiness is clothes that make you feel good.   

She was a real hit at our birthday party with this little number.  I’m so proud that she is now big time enough to do it on television – (I can’t make it be embedded, so you have to actually follow the link) –

Paige’s Soulja Boy. 

I have two long coats, two fleeces and a jacket in the back seat of my car. 

Which is really important since it is 80 degrees outside. 

Hippies in Athens are conserving water by not taking showers.  Wait, is that the new excuse?

I’ve been watching a lot of Country Music Television.  My ipod is broke and I’ve been turning on the tv in the morning while I’m getting ready.  They play the same 15 videos over and over again.  I get to watch Garth take a shower every day while I drink my coffee.  Almost makes me feel like I took a shower myself.  But I’m conserving water. 

Speaking of water, it is suppose to rain here tomorrow.  HOORAY! 

I had a great run yesterday.  I think I’m going to run again today.  I’m pretty excited about it since I’ve been so lazy recently.   

I hate it when the time changes in the fall.  I love daylight savings.  It doesn’t make me feel better that I have another hour to sleep in the morning and it doesn’t make me feel better that it is lighter when I do finally have to get up.  It just makes me feel like when I get home from work it is time to eat dinner and go to sleep.  In addition to it being dark, it also gets cold.  The only plus to these two terrible occurrences is the fact that it is now appropriate to build a fire.  I love fires. 

According to the Onion, Fall has been canceled this year. 

Briscoe had a bath last night.  She is really excited  because she is going to get to see her best friend Clemmie this weekend.

Look at how cute she was on Halloween (pictures I thought I posted yesterday that really I deleted).

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Oh, and I’ve already chipped a nail.  Of course.  And my hair isn’t clean anymore.  And I already drank all my coffee.   

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Dang it.

I had an awesome post I wrote this morning – all about how my house is a wreck and my dog is dirty and the key to my car is broken (I have one key that works to unlock the car, and one key that will crank it up, but the one that cranks doesn’t unlock and the one that unlocks doesn’t crank, etc) but how my hair was clean and my nails are painted and my coffee was hot.  Oh, and how I like the singer Sara Bareilles. 

It even had cute pictures of me and Briscoe.  And I deleted it.  Because I’m an idiot. 

Sad.  I’m going to post the pictures in the morning. 

For now, I’m going to dinner with Caleb and Faris.  Yay mexican.  Yay Thursday night.  I feel like this week has lasted forever. 

Oh, and I’m experimenting with a new cookie recipe, get excited. 

I can’t remember the rest of the post.  GAH. 

Cell Phones

I got a new cell phone about a month ago.  I like it.  I don’t LOVE IT.  But, I don’t HATE IT like I did my old phone. 

What kind of relationship do you have with your cell phone?  When I got my new phone my dad wanted to know why I didn’t get a blackberry.  I told him I didn’t need a blackberry.  I’m a compulsive person, and I get fixated on things, like my email, or my cell phone, or my laptop.  And I kind of think a blackberry would have been bad for me. 

There was a point during the fall of my third year of law school when I was taking more than a full load of classes (which included a 4 hour clinic environmental class).  I had class all day long on Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday and most of Thursday, then Friday I had the clinic, and it was football season, and my weekends were full of house guests and parties and late nights at waffle house and/or easy mac.  I was living by myself, and my life happened on the weekends, with people who didn’t live in Athens, and my weekdays were long. 

After class during the week I would go for a run on the trails (with Cristina if I was lucky), pick up some sort of dinner (umm, hello earthfare!), take a shower, get into bed, and watch tv while playing on my laptop until I went to sleep.  Since I spent all day in class, then had my laptop open all night, essentially the only time I wasn’t on line was when I was working out.  Which seemed pretty normal.   But it made me dependent, made me uncomfortable to not have my laptop with me, turned on, and ready to go at all times.  It left me scanning restaurants for evidence of wireless and hoping for internet at friend’s vacation homes. 

In contrast, my first year out of law school, I lived by myself in a precious cottage that was just a little out of my price range and had an address of 1107 1/2, and when I moved in the cable company couldn’t process the 1/2 of my address without me going to the office, so I ended up without cable or internet.  Which was fine with me, I couldn’t really afford it, and my parents lived half a mile away with a tivo and a comfy couch perfect for Sunday afternoon lounging.  Plus, netflix was there for me. 
It was an adjustment to not always be on the computer, to not always have access to my email, but it was good for me. 

That was a bit of a tangent, what I really wanted to talk about was the cell phone. 

Obviously many people use their phones for work, and don’t have the luxury of turning it off ever, but that isn’t going to play into the rest of this post, so suspend reality for a little bit, k?

When you with all of the most important people in your life at one time, you don’t give a damn where your cell phone is.  Because, the people who would call that you would want to answer are all there.  This obviously doesn’t happen very often, especially if you live somewhere far away from your family or close friends. 

But when there is someone who is important to you, who is far away, your cell phone becomes much more important.  When something is happening in your life, or the life of someone close to you, who is physically far away, losing your cell phone seems tragic.  If you are waiting to hear from your sister who you expect to get engaged this weekend, keeping your cell phone close is a priority.  If your husband is on an airplane on the other side of the country, you are going to make sure you hear the phone when it rings.  I personally believe this to be the correct purpose for a cell phone. 

Being with the people you love is always preferable to talking to them on the phone, and the days where you could care less where your cell phone is, whether it is charged, or even if it is turned on are the best of all and should be enjoyed by losing track of your electronic devises for a little while.  Remember that you own your cell phone, blackberry or laptop, and that it doesn’t own you.

Because the times in between those perfect days will give you amply opportunity to get your money’s worth out of your phone.

Falling

Things are falling these days.  Acorns, leaves, the temperature, walnuts. 

I awoke Saturday morning to the POP POP POP       POP, PLINK       CLICK of acorns on my roof and the air conditoner outside my bedroom window.  It is really loud.  I have to be careful with my bare feet when I walk through the backyard now, or I’ll stomp down on an acorn.  Oak trees don’t produce acorns until they are at least 20 years old, sometimes not until they are 50.  For more about the beloved oak – go here. 

My parents have a walnut tree in their front yard that shadows part of the driveway.  So when you back up into the turn around you hear the crunch of walnuts being crushed on the bricks.  When I was little I used to collect them and crack them open and try to eat them.  They never tasted very good, but it was entertaining.  My mom has a collection of walnuts from the front yard in plate that looks like it was made out of leaves in the living room of their house.  I like it.

It was really chilly this morning for the first time, and this is the first blustery day we have had so far.  I was starting to think October would be gone before we got some good fall weather.  I like seasons.