This fabulous nail art post is brought to you by Amy of High Heel Mileage, who blogs regularly about life as a future expat and her adventures in health and fitness. You’ve seen her before on this blog because her face appears in the header!
If there’s one thing I love, it’s a beautiful, well made dress. And I’m in love with this whimsical floral design by ModCloth. Perfect for that…
Still so in love with this dress. Check out my ModCloth inspired manicure - I’m an (nail) artist!
Now where’s that Emmy mani cam??
Anonymous said: You had a degree at age 19? What sorcery is this?
Many moons ago, the Senate passed a bill (140) that allows students to enroll in college-level coursework prior to graduation from high school under the Post-Secondary Enrollment Options Program (PSEOP). High school students who meet certain criteria and pass a few tests may enroll in college/university classes concurrently with high school enrollment to earn college credit or both high school and college credit.
It was purely by accident that I found out about this. My dad was interested in taking some classes at the local college and I tagged along to his informal meeting at the school. The dean mentioned that I might want to take a few classes as well under the post-secondary bill. After looking at the price tag at my current private school, I decided to take the plunge and attempt to finish ALL my required coursework at college. The state paid my tuition as opposed to paying my local high school. (You had to choose wisely - if you went to a more expensive college, you had to pay the difference in tuition as there was a spending cap.)
So essentially I spent my junior and senior year of high school as a freshman and sophomore at college.
I actually met my best friend at this school as we were some of the only 16-year-olds wandering around a college campus with the “big kids.”
I went on to graduate with my Associate’s Degree the weekend before I graduated from high school. When I walked up to receive my degree, the ceremonial holder was empty - by law the school couldn’t issue my degree until I had received my high school diploma. They mailed my degree a few weeks later.
I transferred to a four-year college the following fall and graduated with my Bachelor’s in 2001 a few months before my twentieth birthday.
There you have it!
While we still don’t have an official countdown for my move to England, I’m playing the role of Type A Optimist and studying this riveting read: The Official Highway Code.
Now correct me if I’m wrong, but I’m pretty sure the study guide for the US driving test was only like 15 pages long. Granted, it has been SEVENTEEN YEARS since I took the driving test so my memory might be fuzzy… (Side note: GOOD LORD I’M GETTING OLD!)
Normally, I’m game for a new challenge such as learning how to drive in a new country (No, I’m really not.) But I’m still slightly traumatized from my last foreign driving foray.
The year was 2004 and I was a naive country girl with a map and zero clues. My sister and I took off for Ireland with very little prep work. We had a rental car, hostels lined up and a limited supply of cash. And that was about it.
Long story, short: the three hour drive from Dublin to Cork turned into a navigational nightmare. It took us no less than eight very confused hours to finally make our way into Cork.
How did anyone find anything in the days before GPS?! About 4 hours into our journey, we discovered why we were having such a hard time finding the road signs - THEY WERE AFFIXED ON THE SIDES OF THE BUILDINGS!
After much crying, praying, cursing and negotiating with whatever deity would listen, we FINALLY made it into Cork. I stopped at the first gas station we saw (pictured below) and kindly asked the man to give me explicit turn-by-turn directions to our hostel. The man not only showed us how to get to our location, but he locked up his store and came outside to point the direction we needed to go in.
I was so nervous and afraid I was going to get lost again. By the time we arrived at the hostel, I was a skittish mess. So nervous in fact, that I accidentally bumped the hostel exterior with the car when we arrived!
Needless to say, I never drove in Ireland after that. The rental company came and retrieved it from the hostel. They were probably relieved it was still in one piece…
I’m hoping and preparing for better results this time!
(Top to bottom: the gas station attendant from heaven; the weirdest driving concentration face ever; pretending to have fun but actually lost and scared!)