As seen on Facebook....LOL.

OK I have decided to join the band wagon and write 25 random facts about myself and then post them on Facebook. I know you all have been waiting.

1.    I own over 70 pairs of shoes. Yes I wear them all and believe variety is the spice of life.

2.    In college I was so lazy when it came to doing laundry I would often either buy panties or not wear them at all.

3.    My ultimate dream is to someday be a professional writer.

4.    Often when I am bored I will play out stories with dialogue (kind of a personal movie)
in my head.

5.    My favorite flavor ice cream is Coffee Coffee BuzzBuzzBuzz by Ben and Jerry’s Ice
Cream. I just like saying the name when you order it.

6.    I took birthing classes with my friend. We laughed the entire time and added spice to what would have been a boring class.  I assisted in the birth of her son, and cried when I saw him. One would have thought I had given birth...LOL.

7.    A perfect Saturday would be thrift store shopping for vintage purses. A walk through
a museum. Dinner with friends and my man.

8.    I love food, I will try anything once. I swear I have extra taste buds.

9.    The beach is both my escape and favorite place on Earth.

10.    If I could live anywhere it would have to be Key West, Florida.

11.    I hate tomatoes; if I could I would eat my pizza white all the time.

12.    For three years I was a middle school teacher.

13.    I hate talking on the phone. I can count on my fingers the number of people I am willing to have long conversations with on the telephone.

14.    I have been dumped via voice mail, e-mail, and text. How I love technology.

15.    I love Disney World, even though some of the rides scare me.

16.    Fireworks often make me cry.

17.    I drove from West Palm Beach, FL to San Diego, CA on my own.

18.    I am the clumsiest person you may have ever met. Ask anyone I know.

19.    I get a rush from singing Karaoke, what can I say I am a ham.

20.    I still suck my thumb sometimes.

21.    I hate restaurant servers who cannot do their job.

22.    I once quit a job by simply telling them “I am too good for this job” then leaving.

23.    I love staying up all night and talking about everything and nothing with friends.

24.    In college I was known for my amazing toaster oven grilled cheeses.

25.    I know the minute I meet people if I will like them or not. Once I don’t like you that is it.

Here are some of my most recent stories.
I am very proud of my WEF and Polo story. Let me know what you think?

http://www.sun-sentinel.com/search/dispatcher.front?Query=Nadia+Sorocka&sortby=display_time+descending&subheader-search-button=Go&target=article

Here is a link to another some of my  more recent. I am really excited about writing for the local paper. I am hoping to take this experience to the next level soon.
 
http://www.sun-sentinel.com/search/dispatcher.front?Query=Nadia+Sorocka&sortby=display_time+descending&subheader-search-button=Go&target=article

Let me know what you think?

Nadia

So if you were curious what I have been up to...check out a couple stories I have written this summer.

http://www.sun-sentinel.com/services/newspaper/fpg/sfl-flwfrock0806wfaug06,0,5538712.story

http://www.sun-sentinel.com/community/news/wellington/forum/sfl-flwfparsons0806wfaug06,0,4336021.story

Hope you enjoy and let me know what you think.

<3 nadia

So here is the story as I like to remember it.

 

It all started today as I was leaving the cafeteria after my wonderful 25 minute lunch (yes, this is how long my lunch is). One of my students politely pointed out that I had dropped some of my oatmeal on the lap of my pants during lunch. I am sure it was while I was laughing hysterically at something one of my amusing co-workers had said to me. Anyway, back to my angel of a student, who pointed out that I had oats on my lap.

 

She said, "Missss you got crap on your pants"

 

I replied, "Well, I am sure it's not crap as I always make sure to wipe myself and wash my hands"

 

Her response was a blank look as she walked away.  Thankfully one of my other students went and got me a wet towel and a dry towel to clean the oats or crap (still up for debate) from the front of my slacks. Of course the students wanted to know why I had oats or crap on my pants anyway. I told the truth "I was practicing my new career as a new age artist, only working the medium of oats." They of course got the joke since this was my advance class (you know future lawyers, doctors, and slackers of America).  

 

But, they did not drop it. Some how we started talking about dropping food or spilling drinks. That is when one of the girls in class said…

 

"Ms. Sorocka that is how you know your diet is working"

 

My response was, "And how does that work?"

 

She said, "You see when you were chunkier the food fell on your stomach or chest, but now it can make it all the way to your lap."

 

The class roared with laughter, and I couldn't help but laugh too. The entire class agreed with her theory. Stating how if your waist decreases the food has a lesser chance of dropping on it. According to them it was simple physics (their words not mine).

 

Now as I sit her thinking, perhaps she is right. Maybe that is the best measurement for how much weight you have lost is how much food you find in your lap. Or maybe dropping food in your lap is the true diet? I will need to throw that question at them tomorrow during class.

 

For now I am just happy knowing that not only do I see the change in my body, but so does my third period class. I even have the stains on my lap to prove it. 

Maybe, a word I have so often used and has most recently been thrown back at me. As a teacher I use the word maybe as in "Maybe we will have time to play word games," knowing that we would not. So is the word maybe just a way of not having to say no.

For me I feel like it is. Or as in the person who is telling me just doesn’t want to hurt me. I guess maybe is hard for me to understand since I live in a world where I take everything literally. Only Maybe is a very unreal word. I like my words black or white…not grey.

That is just a thought. Now sure what it means, but needed it off my chest.