School Daze

It has been a long time since my last blog, and don't get too hopeful for regular blogging from this very tired teacher. However, periodically, it will happen. Tonight is one of those nights. For a little while, anyway.

In hope to save time and precious mental energy, a list is in order. A list of all the wonderful (and annoying) lessons I am learning at the moment as a first week teacher.

1. I can never get too much sleep. Seriously, I was in bed by 9:00 on Friday night. Pathetic. I can't wait until my body is used to waking up at 5:00 every morning...

2. Planning for three different classes is hard. I don't know how rural teachers plan for six or seven different preps.

3. Do not try and get juniors to talk about The American Dream for three class periods, even if the activities are varied and you pull in a MLKJ speech. They will want to throw rocks at you.

4. Teachers spend so much time doing silly little tasks, like seating charts and bathroom sign out sheets. Seriously, it's obnoxious.

5. Getting high school students to bring a free reading book to class every day is like getting those same high school students to...well, do just about anything. Stop talking, for instance. Or write for an entire free write prompt.

6. Do not tick off the librarians. So far, I don't think I have. They have so much power, and they know it.

7. Do not let veteran teachers complain to you. Seriously, if they start complaining about a student the first day of class, politely get out of ear shot. Too much negativity is not good for you.

8. There are far too many options for benefits when the benefited is 23 and has no idea what kind of health or dental or vision or retirement plan she should have...

9. My To Do lists never go away. They just get rewritten on a new page with lots of new things added to it.

10. Students (especially Junior boys) have already figured out how easily I am to get off topic. And flustered. And giggly.

11. When the same group of Junior boys makes a comment about the fact you appear to be single, walk away before they extend an invitation to go to lunch with them. Because then maybe you'll avoid the other conversations that go along with it, like whether you think he's handsome or not.

12. If there was a teacher last year that was brand new and left for whatever reason, you will automatically be told about her, and be given a warning by the students that you'll probably be next.

13. You will always have more questions than answers. Even when you're the teacher and are supposed to have all the answers to their questions.

14. In order for any assignment to be taken seriously, no matter how small, there must be points tied to it. If you tell them they won't be handing it in, they will not do it.

15. If a student comes to you on the first day of school and asks if you want to be the journalism adviser, you should probably tell her no right away. Because it gets harder and harder every day you avoid it. And you can only tell her "keep me posted" for so long...

16. The best excuse for an issue students have with something concerning the school: "It's part of the new locked campus policy." Seriously, they love it when you pull that one out, especially when the complaint has nothing to do with the fact the doors are all locked for the duration of the school day.

17. Always do all your prep work with the same edition of the book your students will be reading. Because if you don't, you'll be really excited to have them read the preface and forward of a book only to find that their book doesn't have it. It's a bummer.

18. Get internet set up in your new apartment the very first day you move in. Because after a week and a half, your budget has taken quite the beating after having to buy coffee every time you need to plan lessons.

19. Somewhere on this list, I switched from first to second person. Normally, I would fix it. But I'm too tired, so I'm adknowledging the fact I suck tonight and moving on.

20. I am really, really loving being back in a regular classroom. It's been quite the adventure, and I'm only four days in.

Until next time.

Dear Friend

Dear friend/roommate/jerk/Isaiah,

I'm trying really hard not to be stupid, but it's not working. I miss you. Our apartment is half empty, it's stinking hot, and I know for the first night since I've been here, the futon across the room will not be occupied tonight.

Three months was not long enough. I don't actually think it was three months. Someone lied to us, cast a magic speed-up-time spell, because it was only a couple weeks ago that we loaded up my car and drove out here. We are still trying to recover from watching that horrible production in Spokane, and I just started teaching my summer courses. It's really only June.

I came home tonight, and you weren't sitting on the futon in our tiny, stupid apartment watching a TV show. Sadly, that is not the end of travesties I now have to deal with. There will be no one to drink half a gallon of milk in the first twenty-four hours of buying it. The dishes will not be washed regularly. I won't have anyone to tease me about tripping over cords or running into furniture. No one will roll their eyes when I tell them about what I heard on NPR. Who will I watch Harry Potter with over and over again (even if you rarely watched it, engrossed in something else on your iPad...)? I will have no judgmental looks to rebuke. And no one is as good at telling me when I'm being crazy as you are.

How dare you leave me with such gaping holes in my life!

But in all seriousness, thank you, my dear friend. Because without you here on this ridiculous, hard, wonderful, terrifying journey, I would not still be here. In all likeliness, I would have packed up my car and went home. Because this summer has been hard and lonely and stressful.

It has also been a summer to remember.

I know this is where you were supposed to be this summer, and I'm so glad it happened to be where I was supposed to be as well. And as hard as it was to drop you off at the airport today, I know you're once again where you're supposed to be. You will have an amazing four months back at college. (Let's hope it passes as fast as the past three months did, so you can hurry back in January...)

Long blog post short, thank you. For being my steadying affect, my taunter, my adventure buddy, my roommate, and my friend. I'm glad the summer worked out the way it did, our epic Isaiah and Kristin adventure.

Until next time you're in Seattle (or the phone call you'll suffer through), do your homework.

Summer Evening

Tonight was unexpectedly wonderful.

Not that every night spent with Dan and Isaiah aren't wonderful, but this one was sublime. The evening was spent on Dan's patio, watching him grill, drinking wine, eating good food, telling and listening to stories, eating ice cream cake, and existing.

Isaiah's current stint of time in Seattle is coming to an end in a week, leaving us behind to return for his final semester at Northwestern. I will be moving out of Seattle closer to my new job within the next two and a half weeks. Our summers are wrapping up, and the nostalgia is setting in.

There were multiple moments tonight when I found myself thinking, "This is what adulthood is," or "I know this is where I'm supposed to be right now," or "I can't believe this is my life." And I couldn't help but laugh, because it feels good. It feels really good.

With everything coming at me within the next few weeks as friends leave and arrive, school starts up, a move happens, it is good to have simple, relaxing moments where there is no pressing work to do and no stressful decisions to be made. Taking the time to be present in the room I'm in and with the people I'm with.

Life is good with wonderful friends, wine, stories, and cool summer evenings. And a late ice cream birthday cake doesn't hurt either.

Until next time.

Next Step: Real Job

I have a job. A real life, full time English teaching job. The dream job.

Praise the Lord! (or whatever deity you've been praying to for me, I thank them all, and you too!)

Here's the school's website: http://www.edline.net/pages/bsd403_gkhs

I interviewed for this position at Graham-Kapowsin High School yesterday morning. The panel interviewing me was two assistant principals and the two English department heads. Right away, they were joyful and kind and joking with me, which was so wonderful. I felt comfortable almost immediately, which is a really great sign for my upcoming year.

The school has a student body of approximately 1900 students, and is located about an hour south of Seattle, close to Olympia (the state capitol, for those of you who don't know). It is a very different atmosphere than where I student taught, but I am seeing that as a new challenge and adventure. From what I found out in the interview, I will be teaching 10th and 11th grade English classes, so that's pretty exciting.

Truthfully, I don't know much else about it. My grandma informed me that I didn't ask enough questions about benefits and such things, I told her that I'm 23 and don't think about such things.

For kicks and giggles, I will dictate the conversation I had with the Principal this afternoon:

Principal: Hello, this is (whatever his name is...) from Graham-Kapowsin HS. I wanted to call you and let you know I was very impressed with your interview yesterday, and we would like to offer you the position.
Me: Oh my goodness! Are you serious?! Thank you so much! (Much giggling and other embarrassing word vomit gushing) ...Okay, you go ahead and talk so I don't say anything else really embarrassing...
Principal: So, I am assuming you would like to accept the position?
Me: Yes! Of course!

So, there's that. Good thing that was my second impression and not the first... :)

In the next few weeks, I have a few days of training and professional development to do, and school starts on September 4th.

I am through the roof ecstatic, and so very, very blessed. I can not thank you all enough for the constant support and encouragement you have given me through the past few months. It has been rough, but you have all be wonderful. And I am beyond excited to get into a classroom!

Until next time, dear friends, thank you.

Home Ache

I quite literally have never been this homesick in my life.

Now, granted, I am not one to easily become homesick. I have passing aches for people I love, resolved by a phone call, a text message, quick facebook chat, or a card popped in the mail. In the past twenty-four hours, I have had all of those things with various loved ones, yet my homesickness lingers.

I don't like it. And I really don't know what to do about it. Being vulnerable with you here, somewhat consistent readers.

I feel trapped inside my own head. And it's scary in here.

This train of thought leading to a blog post was brought on by a tweet I just read, the gist of which said that being alone should never be a struggle.

I get the point this tweeter makes, alone time is valuable. As humans we need it, and as someone who used to be much more introverted than she is now, I understand how important being alone is.

But as someone who has spent the vast majority of her time for the past month in solitude, I have a gentle word of sorta-wisdom: alone time is wonderful, but loneliness is terrible. And until you have experienced long periods of both, you don't really understand that. At least I didn't.

When I was in college, I took a personality test that is quite accurate and fairly popular, the Myers-Briggs test. It asks a long list of questions and splits you into personality types that are surprising on point most of the time. When I took it as a sophomore, my introverted vs. extroverted score was barely onto the introverted side. So on a scale of zero to ten, five being dead center, I was a 4.75. I got energy from the people around me, but also needed time to gain energy on my own.

But looking back over the past four years, I've noticed something: consistency is not my strong suit when it comes to intro/extroversion. During the middle of a theatre production, for example, I needed that introverted side of me in order to function. But at times when I wasn't always in the middle of doing things, like during breaks, I craved my extroversion.

Right now is one of those times. I am not a very good introvert right now. At all. In fact, my forced introversion is slowly killing me.

Okay, maybe a bit melodramatic, but you get the point.

Every day, I spend on average five waking hours alone. Some days it is closer to two, some days it drags on into eight or nine hours doing solitary things. I go to a lot of coffee shops and read. I sit in parks. I watch TV. I clean. I wonder around junk stores. All lovely things to do recreationally, but not day in and day out.

I don't handle alone time very well. Ask my roommate, he's most likely terrified I'm going to jump out a window pretty soon. Although, I also think he gets a tiny bit of amusement watching me wander around the apartment like a psycho some days... He's just lucky I haven't started muttering incoherently to myself yet...

This month has been very difficult. I miss my family. I miss my friends. I miss having a history with more than two people in my life (although I am daily thankful for Isaiah and Dan, they have literally saved what sanity I still have). I have never wanted a hug so badly. I can't remember wanting my mom so much. It is miserable.

So, to address my twitter friend, enjoy the alone time. I hope, for your sake, that you have get to the point where alone time is quite literally the scariest thought besides death when you look at the day you have planned. And if you ever get to that point, I hope you figure a way out of it sooner than I have.

I know, in all actuality, it has not been as bad as it feels right now. It's all built up to where it feels like it's going to break. And that this is merely a phase, things go in cycles, and this too will pass. I know that, I really do. But seriously, can't it pass just a bit sooner. Would probably require a bit more pro-activity on my part... Which is a whole other scary reality I haven't come to terms with yet.

I'm just a bundle of rainbows and smiles right now, aren't I? I'm starting to irritate myself, so I'm going to just stop...

Until next time.

One Month

Isaiah and I have been in Seattle for one month! Woohoo!

On a different note, it is really super hot in Seattle.

Or maybe it's just really supper hot in our apartment. We are in the middle of the building, and our apartment has very little ventilation through the windows. That means when it's 70 degrees outside, it's pushing 90 in our apartment.

So, to remind myself of how good I have it despite no central air, I'm going to make a list of all the really wonderful things I have to be grateful for.

1. We went grocery shopping today. There is food in our apartment. Seriously, our cabinets were looking like the "Grapes of Wrath" up in here. Our fridge had spoiled milk, one potato, and a small hunk of cheese.

2. Laundry. We got quarters, so now I am doing laundry. I'm so excited to have my whole wardrobe clean again. Plus, the next load is sheets. Woot!

3. A nice cold bottle of hard cider. I hate beer, love hard cider. I am cycling through all the different kinds at Fred Meyer's (the West Coast version of Wal-Mart, but classier).

4. Princess Bride. It's on for back ground noise. The very best kind of back ground noise. Mary Poppins is next on the list.

5. A day in the park. We needed to get out of the apartment after grocery shopping, so we went and did work in the park. And by doing work, I mean that Isaiah read and I pretended to prep lesson plans.

6. Dick's Burgers. There is a drive-in burger joint that's local to Seattle, been here almost 60 years. It has super great burgers, fries, and ice cream for super cheap. We got two shakes, two burgers, fries, and a drink for less than $12. Amazing.

7. I hang out with some pretty great guys here. So, props to Dan and Isaiah.

8. Sending out another round of mail. I love sending mail, just as much, maybe more than, getting mail. I think I just like knowing someone is excited, if only for a day, after getting something fun in their mail box. A little treat.

9. Another day off. Mondays and Tuesdays are my weekend, thank goodness. I'm out of practice teaching every day, because after a Friday-Saturday-Sunday weekend of teaching, I'm exhausted.

10. I'm in Seattle. That should be enough, right?

Happy one month in Seattle to me and my awesome roommate. Seriously, so glad he's here with me, I'd be a basket case without him. And he knows it, so he can hold it over my head anytime he wants.

It's been a good month. And only one more month until our friends Shelby and Meghan should be out here with us! So exciting!

Until next time, friends.

Passive Problems

I have a problem being passive. At least in certain situations. Let me explain.

I will avoid unnecessary confrontation until the cows come home, but the minute someone tries to step on me or someone I love, they will hear about it. Unless the person saying will hurt me. Like I said, avoiding unnecessary pain, which in some cases is the same as confrontation.

However, my lack of being able to handle passivity is quite evident in other ways. Like my inability to stay home all day without wanting to jump out of the window. I go stir crazy, like I'm wasting away my life. Also, I hate just waiting for things to happen. Filling out job applications has been super hard for me, because once I hit submit, it's completely out of my hands.

I would much rather go out, make mistakes, screw some things up, have adventures, and then come home and relax knowing I did something with my day, even if it wasn't super productive.

Maybe that's why the saying I saw on my facebook wall hit my eyes weird and made red flags go off in my head. I love the person who posted it dearly, she has always been one of the most loving and encouraging women in my life, and has helped me through some major growing pains. This is not a blast on her, or anyone else who connects with the phrase. This is me working it out, nothing more.

The phrase I'm referring to is "Let go and let God." I can see the appeal. When we let go of our struggles and worries, we let God take over. It's easier, less stressful, and He obviously knows what's best for us.

But I can't seem to let my brain be okay with that, or my soul, I guess. That mindset is far, far too passive for me.

Now, you may be saying, "Kristin, dearest, you are about as far from practicing faith as you can get. The only way you could put more distance between you and organized religion is by being a blasphemous heathen worshiping Satan. You aren't the most proactive person when it comes to your faith."

You'd be right. I'm not. And I'm cool with it, as is God. He knows I'll come around better than I do, I just have to figure out my own path back. For some reason, I'm pretty sure I'm on it, and I'm not in too big of a hurry. So label me disturbed or problematic or whatever, I'm fine with it.

What I'm not fine with is the idea of loosing all control or say in my life. That's the reason why I stayed away from drinking for so long, and the reason I know my limits and don't push them. I don't like the feeling of being out of control, of not knowing what I'm doing or where I'm going or why I'm there.

And God knows that about me. He knows I will never be able to just let go. And I think He's okay with that. I don't think He's a God who wants His strings controlling my every move. He is not a marionette, and I don't want to make Him into one.

God has given us our own heads and our own hearts because He knows we learn far better from our mistakes than we do from words on a page. He knows that through all the twists and turns my feet take me, all roads in my life will eventually lead to Him.

I don't need to let go and let God because He hasn't let go of me.

Now, I may take myself down some wrong roads, have to make some u-turns, have to burn a few bridges, and start deciphering the map for myself -- no, I will have to do all of those things. That is not an if-than statement.

I think God's cool with that. I have no Biblical proof of such a fact. In fact, not even sure where my Bible is at the moment. I also think God's cool with that.

And I applaud all of you who are able to 'let go and let God.' I think that's great for you. But I know that's not something I'm ready to do right now. Maybe it's because I'm young and idealistic, or maybe I'm just too stubborn. But right now, I'm going to keep holding on, making decisions for me.

Selfish? Oh, definitely. Foolish? Possibly. Right? Eh, gray area.

Besides, I don't want to live my life and look back and see only days I stayed home in bed all day and watched movies. Or the equivalent of such days in terms of decisions.

My inability to handle being passive is my issue to deal with, or not deal with, as the case may be. And I'm not really sure why I felt the need to blog about it. But I did, and here it is.

Until next time, let go. Or don't. Whatever.

NYC Haze

I'm not going to take a whole lot of time to blog about my time in NYC the past week. I've been awake since 6:00 East Coast time, which means 3:00 West Coast time, so I'm exhausted. But I wanted to share the poem I wrote in the taxi ride to the airport today and show you a couple pictures. I'll blog more about it within the next few days.

Hazy Memories

My last look at you is one
Shrouded in fog,
Outlines barely visible from
The Manhattan bridge
As I head to the airport.
And while a clear sunny last look
Would have been prefered,
Maybe even secretly hoped for,
I can't help but think it's fitting.
What I saw of you the past few days
Was no more than vague outlines.
I experienced so much in the past four nights,
But the scratch to the surface was
Barely enough to discolor your thick city skin.
The beautiful scars you left on me
Will have to be enough for both of us.
And without a clear last look,
I will have to both hold tightly
To your city scape in my mind's eye,
And adknolwedge the fact that this is not
Goodbye for us, New York. 

Until next time.

Pike's Place Market

This morning I felt like I was transported back to the London markets. And as much as I would love to be back walking through Piccadilly Market, it was a pretty awesome realization that I was walking through Seattle's Pike's Place Market.

It was a busy place to be, which we expected. Isaiah was annoyed by the people who would just stop in front of him, but that's market life. Lots of people, lots of things to look at. It was dizzying. But really exciting.

Seattle has a really neat vibe. I can't put it into words yet, but give me a couple more weeks and hopefully I'll be able to articulate what it feels like. I can't wait until I don't feel like a tourist anymore. Sadly, after only four days, it's likely going to be awhile until I can say that.

Until then, I'll enjoy my tourist feelings. And go back to Pike's Place and figure out where they throw the fish.

Catch-up Journey

It has been a ridiculous amount of time since my last blog, which is crazy considering I've actually been on some journeys lately! Since my last blog, I have graduated college, started training for my summer job, watched my best friend get married, and...oh yeah, MOVED TO SEATTLE!

So here I am, on an actual Moon Journey. For the first time in awhile, my blog title actually fits. Amazing. My waiting period has concluded, and here I am, sitting in my teeny-tiny Seattle studio that I share with Isaiah, watching Harry Potter, and avoiding some make-up training I have to do.

Setting has changed, habits have not. Imagine that.

What the adventure Isaiah and I have been on the past week. How about some pictures? Sounds fun, right? Right!

First of all, a picture of the bridal party I was a part of last Sunday afternoon:

Ashlee and I couldn't help but be best friends, it was in our genes. Our mothers have been best friends since middle school, there was no way around us becoming like sisters to each other. It was a beautiful wedding, and a really great day. And the best part, my best friend got to marry her best friend. Plus, there was dancing. I love dancing. Not that I'm any good at it, but still.

The next day, I drove to Sioux City and picked up Isaiah. Sadly, I have no pictures of this. That's okay, I have a picture of us in my drive way the morning of our departure:

We decided our journey would be "Wizard of Oz" themed, considering my car's name is Dorothy. So our GPS became Toto, I was the Scarecrow (trust me, at times it seemed like I didn't have a brain), and Isaiah was the Tinman (he likes to pretend like he doesn't have a heart, but in all actuality, it's pretty wonderful, if not slightly sarcastic and a little grumpy sometimes). Our journey consisted of meeting up with the Cowardly Lion, our friend Dan, in the Emerald City, aka Seattle. What an interesting journey it turned out to be.

Our first day took us through a chunk of Nebraska and into South Dakota, ending in the Black Hills at Mount Rushmore:

It was really neat, but in all actuality, a little silly. What a grandiose form of patriotism. I won't lie, not the most patriotic person in the U.S. Not that I don't like living here, but I figure there are enough people overly patriotic to make up for my lack of waving a U.S. flag around proudly. The idea of carving giant Presidents' faces into a mountain seriously brought up the thought, "Only in the U.S..." Eh, whatever floats South Dakota's boat. I'm glad we went though, it was neat.

Day two started with a visit to another group of people carving a face into the mountain, this time it's Crazy Horse, and he's not yet finished. When he is, Crazy Horse will be so big that all four of Mt. Rushmore's faces will fit into his long flowing hair. Crazy big Horse.

We made it out of South Dakota, through a corner of Wyoming (super boring corner, by the way), and into Montana. We loved our drive through Montana. It is so beautiful there.

Those are mountains behind those clouds. Neat, right? The only problem with driving through mountains? Our ears hated us.

On day three we made it out of Montana, though the panhandle of Idaho, and into Washington.

It was very rainy when we got to Idaho. Isaiah wouldn't get out of the car, so this was taken through the windshield.

We stopped for the night in Spokane, Washington, a city my brother loves from his visit a few years ago. He suggested going to a really neat coffee shop called Atticus, based on the novel "To Kill a Mockingbird." Super cool coffee shop. We also saw a really, really terrible play at the Spokane Falls Community College. Seriously, awful. We felt so bad for hating it so much.

The next morning we made the final four and a half hour trek to our destination: Seattle. We were a little surprised by what central Washington looks like, not at all what our expectations were, but beautiful nonetheless.

Once we got to Seattle, we didn't actually take any pictures. Crazy, right? Once I clean our apartment again, I'll take some pictures maybe.

So far, we have seen a really fun play at the theatre Isaiah has his internship at, hung out with Dan a couple times, moved in, unpacked, and done all that fun stuff. Then I had to dive into online training again, and Isaiah got sucked into "Dr. Who." He's half way through season two after two mornings and early afternoons of hanging out while I trained. I told him to go do something fun, but he insists that watching TV shows on his Ipad is fun. Whatever.

We haven't done much exploring of Seattle yet, but we will have time for that eventually. Right now, it's just exciting to be here. And I'm so glad I'm here with Isaiah, he's a pretty great friend and roommate. So far, at least.

I have so much to do tonight, yet watching Harry Potter seems like so much more fun. Seriously, I have tomorrow to pack, right? I mean, it's not like packing for New York City will be hard, right?

Yeah, sure.

Until next time, take a journey. I know I will!

Sister's Bacon

The kitchen is filled with smoke.

Sister is cooking again.

Bless her.

She can’t cook bacon without filling the kitchen with a medium-thick haze.

Is your heat too high?

No, I turned it down to medium-low!

When she was ten or eleven

She told us she wanted to be a chef.

That plan has changed in the past five years.

Probably because we told her it was

Her turn to cook dinner

More often than it actually was.

For practice, we told her.

She changed dreams pretty fast.

I suppose that’s to be expected for a ten year old.

Besides, she can’t be a chef if she can’t cook bacon.

Bless her.

So I crack open the kitchen window.

It’s chilly this mid-April morning

But cold toes are better than burnt bacon fumes.

Substitute

I’m an intruder

Filling another’s shoes

Shoes that I’m not trained to fill

That are too big

Not comfortable

And that often leave me unfulfilled

An outsider

Thrust into a situation

Where I am supposed to

Pretend to be

An insider

But I know none of the answers

Can tell little beyond what the sheet says

And have no rights to

Privileges granted to another

I get called

I show up

I read an outline

Bare bones of a structure

With no knowledge of how things work

Names to go with faces or

How to get to places

And for 75 bucks a day

I pretend to be what I

Spent 4.5 years and

Thousands of dollars

Learning how to be

Except I’m not a

Teacher

I can pretend all I want

But I will only be a

Substitute

Tractor Times

I've missed a few days of poems, which stinks. Lots going on, or at least that's what I'm going to tell myself. This weekend at least has been pretty full, helping Mom at the quilt shop on Saturday and Dad on the farm today. I'll hopefully do better this week about keeping up with National Poetry Writing Month. 

Here's a poem I wrote about today's adventure on the farm. 

Today I was Tractor Girl

Which is a better title than Barbed Wire Boys

Which fit my brother and cousin quite aptly this afternoon

As they pulled nails from posts and untangled barbed wire

My job was much simpler

Sitting in the tractor and pulling the correct lever to wind up the wire on the fancy gizmo

that attaches to the tractor and spins wire into spools

Plus I didn’t get rained on

I won’t lie and say I’m an awesome Tractor Girl

Quite contrary to tell the truth

I lack many of the skills and finesse required to drive a tractor smoothly and safely around our farm

My driving is quite jerky

Lowering or raising the bucket often requires a push and a pull

To remember if pushing lowers or if pushing raises the loader bucket

I haven’t had a whole lot of practice

And I still can’t tell you which tractor is the 4020 and which one is the 6020

Truthfully I’m not sure if those are even the real numbers to identify our tractors

I may have grown up on a farm

But I sadly am not that good of a farm girl

I’ve picked up a few things

I am not afraid to get dirt under my nails

And I’ve ruined my share of clothes

But farm work is not where I’ve found my passion

And that’s okay

Because if anyone depended on me to run a farm we’d all be in trouble

Don’t worry though

If you need a jerky and timid Tractor Girl

I’m the girl you’re looking for