Confessional

I watch Days of Our Lives. Every day. And I started watching in the fourth grade. Back then, it wasn't a regular addictive situation, I would just go to my friend Dana's house and watch it with her sister Marisa who was SIXTEEN(!). It was clearly a cool thing to do. Then I got a VCR in about ninth grade and it's been downhill ever since. I think that I have lost a considerable amount of brain cells and some logic in dealing with reality. It's so odd that in our real lives, when people die, they never come back! And when you get married, you aren't "kinda" related to that person already.
When reality TV came out, I must have been trying to get away from the ridiculous nature that is a soap opera, because I began to watch waaaay too much of that too. Except I think all the years of Days must have impaired my ability to choose quality television. I confess that I watch High School Reunion. I'm taking a stand this season and not watching another season of the Bachelor. Or Survivor. Nope. Not doing it. Except Steph just told me that the Bachelorette seems to be pretty good this season. But no Survivor! No sirree Bob. I'm taking a stand on this matter.
On a similar loser-ish note, a friend of mine who shall remain nameless, discovered a forum completely devoted to the discussion of the Babysitter's Club books, another fixation I had for an extended period of time. Guess who spent a good 30 minutes there?
So, I'm a dork. I tell my students I'm a dork all the time and they immediately hurry to assure me that I'm not, that I'm in fact very cool. [This is not particularly reassuring when I'm up against a bunch of middle-aged, apple jumper-wearing goobers.] What they don't understand is that I'm content in my dorkdom! I embrace it. I'm a relatively well-rounded person. I look fairly normal, I can swim and play tennis, I can cook. I'm just a happy-go-lucky dork.