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On my list of 27 things to do while still 27 number 22 was attend an Autism Workshop. I became incredibly interested in Autism Spectrum Disorder, (ASD), a few years ago when I had a student who was diagnosed with ASD. Since then I have read fictional novels depicting characters living with ASD and how it not only effects their lives but everyone who lives or is in remote contact with them.

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In honor of the World Series and the Texas Rangers who participated successfully,(and unsuccessfully),I have decided to call this blog a Double Play...and that is exactly what I did two weeks ago. I took out two more items off my list of things to do while 27 all within 24 or so hours. Number 13 says: "see some good live music." Do the Eagles count? I'm sorry, allow me to rephrase that...do

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Number 10 on my list of 27 at 27 states: "tell my sweet friends happy birthday." I have diligently tried my best to send a facebook comment of birthday wishes to all those special girls and boys who have been highly important to me or who I want to make feel highly important. However, although I have done my best to wish them happy birthdays and have until July 14th to continue to do so, none

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At around 1:40 on Wednesday afternoon I leave school. At around 1:45 I arrive at my house. At around 1:45:13 I grab my wallet that has my license and my blood donor card...I'm A positive. At around 1:50 I pull into the parking lot of the Tiger Pit at Frenship High School. At around 2:30 I see a boy pass out. Which is where this little story will begin. The whole purpose of my being at a

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I cant even begin to explain how much my big brother means to me. Aaron is not only my brother but hes my friend and we have seen each other through many many life situations that could only answer the equation of the purpose God gives sibilings. When I found out about Lisa all I knew was there was going to be a date. When I found out how the date went Aaron's only question for me was: "have

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In high school I was pretty notorious for running out of gas. The problem was I had good parents with a protective card called credit in which I had to ask for to get gas. The problem with asking is that it never felt like a "good time." So I would always just "wing it" and then find myself stranded here or there completely empty of even the last little fumes. When I finally grew up and was

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There is no set topic in this blog. I have event upon event to describe in detail. So sit back, relax, put your reading glasses on, and enjoy! This week was back to school week and I managed to make it through and end it with a smile on Friday. The week before the week before back to school week (just keep reading) I decided to put my classroom together. I do this every year, and I hate

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Come, Reza, Ama is Spanish for Eat, Pray, Love. It is also the title of the event I created through facebook and invited my five closest girlfriends to attend and watch the movie together. One was going to be in Katy, TX. Another was attending a little boys sporting event. Another was working. Another's husband would be home that weekend after a six week internship in another state. And the

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Last night, as I walked with Adriene and Casper around the block, I started thinking about how happy I am and grateful that I have the life I live. As Adriene was telling Casper: "no, no Casper, good boy, good boy Casper, youre doing so good, I love you so much...blah blah blah..." I got to thinking about how being 27 makes me feel more free and capable to do whatever I want. Now dont get me

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Goodbye July means goodbye summer. With school about to start in two and a half weeks and summer coming to a close I have decided to compile the 10 things I will miss about summer vacation and the 10 things I will look forward to this fall. Goodbye July: 10 things I will miss about SUMMER! 1. Hanging out with Adriene 2. Staying up late and sleeping in 3. Watching David Letterman at night and

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These were the words that scrolled through my head, among others, as I lay in my bed this morning for a full hour in the most horrendous pain I can remember having in a long time. I woke this morning around 9, got up, made a bowl of cereal, and before I poured the milk, I was reaching for the Advil. Swallowing the last two pills, I prayed they would be the magic bullet this morning because

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Its a Saturday night. I am flipping through channels and after watching an episode of Southpark discover I should be more mature and appalled by the crude nature of such a show plus I have a season on DVD if my fix must be fed. I find myself on channel 41, which in Lubbock, is AMC. Not real sure what AMC stands for except my belief is American Movie Channel. I rarely watch this channel but

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The latest and greatest event to happen in my summer has been partaking in the introduction of Bosco, Aaron's dog, a Belgian Malinois and Casper, Adriene and Bryan's dog (but mostly Adriene's), a Miniature Schnauzer. When Aaron got Bosco I was stunned and worried for his life. I had seen a picture of Bosco. Nothing can describe the amount of attention his mere stance can grab. His

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Before I tell you I locked my keys in my car let me first explain how and why my keys became locked within the body of my car. I was in Abilene for the BYA (board of young associates) retreat. One of the reasons I accepted my nomination is because I will get to see my brother a couple of times a year without it being a) a holiday or b) a visit. Needless to say Aaron is also on the board, vice

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I dont know how many of you have ever killed someone but last night I was involved in a double homicide. Sure it was just a dream, but a dream all too vivid. I was back in high school. I had no friends. I started hanging around a group that for some reason accepted me. The only problem was, they liked to kill off their enemies. By enemies I mean, people that saw them kill others and let it

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A funny thing happened at the dinner party the other night. We were playing the game of Loaded Questions in which one of those questions was: "What is your most reoccurring nightmare?" I had a hard time thinking of one because while I have my share of crazy dreams I never wake up frightened or panicked. All the girls had interesting answers. One has had reoccurring dreams that her husband

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One thing I love about summer vacation is the fact that I can wake up whenever the hell I want and of course drink my own damn coffee. I start to look forward to these mornings well around March just before spring break. The best part about my cup of coffee is not the taste, the caffeine high, or that I am convinced it cured me of asthma, it is the mug. I have a collection of mugs that I

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#15 on my list of things to do while 27 was accomplished tonight. I had a few of my closest girl friends over for a dinner party. Nothing fancy, or over the top gourmet. We had fajitas, with a choice of chicken, steak, or shrimp. Mexi-Rice, made from scratch. And all the fixings. Besides dinner it was just a great way to hang out and get to know the crazy things about each other that we

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I reluctantly read the series of Twilight. Reluctantly does not really do justice to the fact that I forced myself to read the series just to get through it as quickly as possible. When I accepted the position to teach 8th grade I knew the dynamics of students from high school to middle school would be indefinitely different. I was taken off guard when the librarian gave me some sound advice

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Tomorrow I turn 27. I never really imagined myself at 27. I dont feel like I'm 27, I know I dont look like I'm 27, I honestly dont care that I am 27. The thing I care about is fulfilling each turning year to be the greatest, most joyful, and most lived. Each year is an opportunity to plan and set goals and to be successful and make memories. So in honor of my 27th year I have compiled the 27

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If you are reading this then you probably have a place you call home. Whether that home is your little apartment you share with a roommate or two, the duplex you just moved into, the house that your parents have owned since you were in 2nd grade or the house you and your significant other just purchased; then I think it is also safe to assume that you have a few rules that go along with that

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The top 10 reasons I am glad Kelly Baggett is my Dad: 10. His closet is color-coded by jackets, shirts, pants, and shoes; in that order. 9. He is notorious for wearing short shorts and irrigation boots when working in the front yard. 8. Church services are a great time to edit his umpiring schedule. 7. He read and enjoyed the Twilight series. 6. His storage closet would put Martha Stewart or

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As a 5th grader many years ago I found myself too anxious to sleep at night. The fears of my 11 year old mind would scroll through my head like the credits of a bad 1980s movie that seemed to go on relentlessly. I was very creative as a child and dreamt up worst case scenarios. Part of the problem of my lack of sleep was due to drinking too much caffeine one Sunday evening and then paying for

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1. Your parents receive telemarketing phone calls asking for you. 2. The new type of "shower" is no longer a lingerie shower, a wedding shower, but rather, a BABY shower. 3. You attend weddings for girls you used to babysit 4. Getting a good night's rest is more important than going out with friends. 5. You decide to start recycling 6. Your 10 year high school reunion is just around the corner 7.

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Just recently I wrote about a desire to have a dog. A small, non-shedding, little dog that could live comfortably with me in my apartment. I had the opportunity to have/try a family friend's family's dog. Her name is Lulu and she is a regular sized Yorkshire Terrier. The family made the choice to let me have her but I felt it more necessary to take this step in baby steps. The deal was for

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I'm almost sure that the moment I realized how much I wanted a dog had something to do with spending spring break in Waco with my brother and his new boy, Bosco, a beautiful German Shephard who is also a retired military veteran. The boy spent time in Iraq and other parts of the world and was such a great asset to the military they studded him to repeat his genetic ability at---- whatever it is

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Last summer I composed a bucket list. Not that I think I am going to kill over anytime soon, although you never really know, but I thought a list of things I would like to do before I die would come in handy for, well, opportunities to mark off something on a piece of paper that hangs on your fridge that may or may not have a large bucket on it and the words "Life" written in red. You know what

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Once a week or so I go to the grocery store with a list of items to suffice for the week. Primarily my lists are identical from week to week, however on occasion I get things say for new recipes or to update the diminishing meats in my freezer...etc. etc. Now I'm on the frugal side of shopping because, one: I'm a teacher, and two: I have bills. However, I have learned one of the best ways to

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Do you have a dog? A cat? Some sort of pet that has its own sound? You know what I'm talking about. The sound of settling. Scratching, moving around, acting suspicious about some invisible phenomenon that our human eyes cant comprehend but that pet of yours is all over. Now imagine yourself in an apartment on the first floor. You do not have a pet, not even a fish. You are in your bedroom

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The Good:A lot of good things have been happening lately. First I got to wear jeans to school for a week and a half because I paid $15 to the Children's Miracle Network. Good. My dad turned 62 this Friday and I, along with my sister and brother-in-law, went to Levelland to hang out with them and see some old lobo basketball action. I got really into the game which is always fun. Bryan is

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Every Monday I usually go over to my parent's house. My mom makes dinner, I get to do my laundry, and then we watch Dancing with the Stars or The Bachelor. It is a really neat tradition that we have been doing for almost two full years. As always I leave pretty quickly after our show so that I can get back on the road and get home early enough to put away my laundry and get ready for bed. At

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Before I can even think of 2010 I feel the need to first reflect on 2009. So that is where I will begin.It's well into January. My sister's boyfriend, Bryan, had called me one evening to get my dad's cell phone number. Of course I knew what it was for and so gladly gave him the number, which turned out to be the wrong number so I had to quickly text him to tell him the correct number. It

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Its that annual time of year where I feel exceptionally thoughtfully deep and observant. I get overwhelmed with wise thoughts, beliefs, theories. Its the time of the year where I find a few good songs that are soft, slow, depressing. Where I find my own self depressing. Perhaps its due to the lack of daily routine, the fact that I was surrounded by family and friends for the holidays and now

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After Letterman was over Aaron and I stayed up to watch a little more TV and just visit like brother and sister do. Of course Aaron chose the channel and so I found myself watching a series of Cops episodes.I hadnt watched an episode of Cops since I was really young and we only had a single tv in the living room which was more or less dominated by my parents, especially my dad, in the evenings.I

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A blast from the past when typed into Google's search engine come up with multiple links, images, and such but not an explanation for how two people within one week feel the need to apologize for something that happened years ago.The first apology (we will call him exhibit A) came early this week through a facebook message. I hadn't heard or talked to this person in quite some time. We were

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I have a broken heart today. I just recently was informed from my colleague that her niece is struggling with an addiction and an eating disorder and has been for many years. She explained that she had been like this since 6th grade and at this point I think she is past her college years. I cant imagine the suffering she has experienced for so long and through what should be the best years in

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Since June I have been working my ass off putting together a nice, memorable, fun, and reasonably priced baccalaureate party for my twin sister who is getting married this December. We wanted to do a getaway weekend in the DFW area because that is where most of our college friends are now. Somehow I came up with the idea of a bed and breakfast in Fort Worth and the more research I did I ended

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One of my favorite literary elements to teach in Reading 101 is Flashback: a change in the pace of a story's setting.Popular movies or shows that illustrate flashback would be Sandlot, The Grinch, Forrest Gump, and a favorite amongst the teen crowd, Family Guy.So last week we were reading a story that had the use of flashback. I wanted my students to truly grasp the setting change so I mentioned

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The following is a note I am going to read aloud to all my classes:DEAR CURRENT STUDENT,I, MS. BAGGETT, WOULD LIKE TO DISCUSS SOME MINOR ISSUES THAT ARE BECOMING A MAJOR PROBLEM WITHIN MY CLASSROOM.FIRST, I MUST SAY THIS IS THE FIRST TIME I HAVE EVER HAD TO ADDRESS THESE ISSUES WITH ANY CLASS. BEFORE I LAY OUT THE ISSUES I WANT TO TELL YOU WHAT I HAVE EXPERIENCED SO FAR THAT HAS MADE BEING YOUR

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The first two weeks of school have been a success. I have begun this year organized, planned, and this time aware of whats going on in the FMS system. I have great kids too. Granted I was the first teacher this year to send a student to ISS, he will no longer be a problem.The first week is always chaotic. Students are getting schedule changes consistently and almost every day these last two

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...and other love stories.Last night Adriene and I went to the movies so that I could use up my "rain check" pass that I got as a thank you from a student last year.We decided to see The Time Traveler's Wife even though my initial plan was to read the book first, however, the library has a 30 day hold on it and I just refuse to wait that long.The movie was great, I highly recommend it. And just

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Its not everyday you pull up to your sister's apartment to find a fire department truck parked right in front of it or that that EMS trailing somewhat close behind you was pulling into the complex at the same time. So what does someone in my position do? Run into the house of course. Fortunately I didn't have time to run in because by the time I ran up to the door a man from the LFD walked out

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Today marks my one year anniversary with my apartment. This probably seems like the least likely thing to celebrate, yet for me, it is a big deal. So great that on my way home from school this afternoon I stopped at United and got flowers. That's right; rose colored daisy mums, or something similar, for my apartment. And dont you think I didn't walk in and say out loud "Happy Anniversary" and

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Last night I am certain my friends and I could have been taped for our own reality show. We felt like celebrities in a town where celebs rarely venture, or claim. We acted like celebrities and tried making calls to places that we were about to make an appearance and make sure they had a table ready for us.Allow me to start from the beginning. My dear friends since childhood, Matt and Robin

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"Its true." These were the words that flowed thoughtlessly out of my mouth as Amy and I stood in the middle of a gay rights parade on Oxford st. in London. We had started the day shopping arriving to see the entire street marked off with small hip high fences lining both sides of the already narrow street. We weaved our way in and out of stores and occasionally made comment about the fences

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Do you ever have that uneasy feeling in the pit of your stomach as though you know something is about to be over and you're not sure you are ready for the next series of events to unfold? That is the feeling I get almost every year about this time. Its the season for summer to be winding down, school supplies start hitting the stores in overload, kids are becoming restless at home and driving

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This past week I took a personal vacation to the beautiful country side of London, U.K. where I stayed at my dear friend Josh Montgomery's flat and spent every day with Amy touring London. The trip was absolutely wonderful and I have several great stories that I will turn into blogs. However, flying to and from London sure is hell. Especially if you encounter people who are frankly annoying or

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This past weekend Adriene and I spent house sitting for my parents in Levelland. On the way home I told Adriene we should pretend we are house sitting for a random couple in the Hamptons. She was all for it. Then we realized neither of us really knew anything about the Hamptons, or what it would be like to house sit there.Once we got home we realized we needed to make a trip to the store. I

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You know that strange moment when your cell phone rings and you dont recognize the number and your first thoughts could be: "oh no, some collector's agency trying to get me for an overdue movie!" (adriene), or "is that the guy I gave my number to at a wedding and then regretted it shortly after?" or "did someone get my number from someone who knows my number and is now "phone'king" me?"At about 6

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The first two weeks of my summer so far have been...well...to put it bluntly I don't have anything to do. I have always been the kind of person who needs to be diligently working on something. This is my first summer completely to myself. The first summer in which I am not working and living alone. I'm not complaining; I'm just bored and there just isn't enough good shows on television this

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I have post poned blogging because I havnt had any fun, witty, crazy, or hilarious stories worth sharing and hashing out. But, I felt like blogging this Sunday morning so here goes nothing.With Summer vacation already a day in the making for me and a whole 9 months of teaching 8th grade Reading behind me I cant help but reflect on a year of teaching at FMS and 8th grade.First off, I definitely

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In the beginning,there was an 8th grade girl,and she was good. More concerned,with what color of inkshe would write in,and being completely preparedby the time class would begin.Eventually Christmas time had come.And the girl had turned to chewing gum.Not for the sake of boredom,but because it adds to the "blonde dumb."Week before spring break,and the girl has gotten fake.A fake tan, fake nails,

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This past Friday morning I awoke at 6:30 a.m. in the hotel room 311 of the Raddison in Fort Worth, Texas.The previous day, I and three other Reading teachers plus our school's librarian loaded into a stinky white school suburban and drove for 5 hours after school on Thursday to Fort Worth.The trip was for a convention on popular books for children from preK to 6th grade. Why am I a part of this

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A funny thing happened in my fourth period class the other day.Out of all my classes, this one is the largest, mostly boys, and mostly the popular kids.I had assigned all the groups to come up with one symbolic object that represents something profound. I was thinking along the lines of:Water = LifeFire = HellCircle = EternityThis one group of girls came up with the object of a purity ring. At

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