Wednesday, July 2, 2008

I'm finally here!

After some slight chaos and confusion over getting me connected to this blog, I am finally here. So I guess I should start with an introduction...

I am Meg, wife to Rob, and friend to Quinn & Shelly. Also, as a point of interest, Rachelle and I were in first grade together, and then later wound up at the same private high school. (Hi Kate... I've never met you!) Hopefully she doesn't mind, but here's a funny story that I remember about Rachelle from first grade. I'm not sure if she will remember it, or even if the details are accurate, but the short version of the story is that Rachelle tried to convince me for about a month in first grade that she had talked her mom into letting her legally change her name. I don't even remember what the name was that Rachelle had picked... it's just that looking back, that seems really funny to me. Anyway, back to my introduction. I am a third grade teacher (and as such will speak far less eloquently on this blog than the rest of you, who all seem to have a much better education in great literature than I do). Rob and I have been married for nearly two years, which is hands-down the best part of my life. We do college ministry at our church. I love photography and just recently taught a digital photography camp for a group of third through sixth graders. Within the last year, I have begun playing the upright bass, which is something I have wanted to do for quite some time. Rob and I just bought a Wii about two weeks ago.

Okay, that was the really choppy version of the current events of my life. Here's a little background info. I grew up in Jacksonville, attending the same church for my first 18 years. I went to a public elementary school, but then found myself from 6th grade through 12th grade at the same private school that both Quinn and Rachelle attended. The education I received there, academically speaking, was probably less than it could have been, with the exception of Mrs. Petersen's English. She (along with my elementary school "Gifted" teacher, Mrs. Godfrey) is the reason I can write a pretty impressive research paper. And, unlike Quinn, Mrs. Petersen did succeed in making me into a grammar freak. My last two years of high school were quite busy, as I spent much of my time at the community college taking "dual enrollment" classes. After graduating high school, I moved to beautiful St. Augustine to attend Flagler College. I lived two years in the dorms, and two years off campus in a house FULL of girls (and one bathroom). I started off majoring in Deaf Education, but later switched strictly to Elementary Education. I am, however, relatively fluent in Sign Language. I met Rob during the time that I lived in the house with all the girls. The short version of the Rob and Meg story is that I knew his parents long before I knew him. Unknown to me at the time, they had spoken to Rob (who was living in Orlando and dating someone) and told him that there was a girl in St. Augustine (me) that they wanted him to meet. A few months later, Rob moved back to St. Augustine. We met and started hanging out, without his parents ever telling him that I was "the girl." We hit it off pretty quickly, dated for a year and four months, got engaged, and four months later we were married.

So that pretty much brings everyone up to date. I will now entertain questions...

4 comments:

Quinn said...

I didn't realize you did a camp for 3rd to 6th graders. That's really cool.

Have you seen the movie "Born Into Brothels?" It's about a woman that goes to Calcutta's red-light district and teaches young children photography in hopes that they might find a way out. It raised many interesting questions about the line between assistance and exploitation, but you teaching at a camp just made me think about it.

Not that it was the same situation at all... my mind makes weird connections.

Megan said...

I've heard of the movie. It's an amazing endeavor.

Yeah, I wouldn't exactly say that I've done the same thing, but I'm glad it made you think of that!

Kate said...

Welcome Meg. I assume since you were in grade school with Rachelle that you were not at Flagler when I was there (circa 1997), but you may have been there when my sister was (circa 2002). Neither of us finished there; although we both adored it.

Rachelle said...

That memory of me is hilarious. I don't remember this, but I was an odd child and my mom is very open-minded, so it is quite possible that I talked her into letting me change my name, and then changed my mind. Lol.

 
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