and Ima teach my students talk jus like me.
Only semi-relevant title, I'll warn you just now.
Tomorrow I'm heading up to West Jordan to watch one of my professors teach a math lesson. Sounds boring, right? Wrong. We've been learning about the inquiry approach to math (and science) and my professor's going to model a lesson. I'm really excited. This guy knows his stuff.
But the point of it all is... I have to dress professionally tomorrow. Which is pretty much my favorite thing in the world to do. Really though. I love getting dressed on Sunday (which is a little more limiting than the "professional dress" category since it only includes skirts, but it's a consistent event in my life). I love thumbing through my clothes and pulling things together. Well I love it until it doesn't work and I'm running late. But right now, the night before, as I'm planning my outfit (and I have plenty of time to do so), I love my clothes!
It's times like these, when I'm in the middle of writing a post and reading other posts that I think, would Spencer think its weird if I had him take outfit pictures for me? Answer: he'd definitely make fun of me at first. But I think he'd warm up to the idea. Maybe.
Mostly I want this for me. I know that I have days where I look in my closet and get depressed because I haven't been shopping in three months (not true right now, by the way) and I just want something to draw inspiration from.
Maybe it'll happen. Probably it won't.
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