Beauty Routines


I hate it when people don’t blog  and are really vague about their reasons for taking a break. So…I am in a relationship. With the Department of Human Services. I am in a lot of training and doing a lot of homework to become a CASA (Court Appointed Special Advocate). This means I will be appointed by a judge in child abuse/neglect cases and will advocate for the child. I’m sure I’ll write more about it later, but so far it’s taken up a lot of time. On the nights I’m not in class, I’m working through homework.

But the title of this was beauty routines. Basically, it’s based off of a conversation I had with my beautiful (inside and out) sister Kari about our beauty routines (or lack thereof).

In magazines or fashion blogs, I always read all of the recommendations about face creams, oils, serums. I love Q&As about beauty routines. No one ever wants to claim that their beauty routine is complicated. Everyone touts simplicity, while simultaneously describing a multi-step process involving multiple products. I can’t keep up with the trends. Now we put oils on our faces? Ok. And mists? What?

But the truth is…Kjergaard woman have everyone beat in the simplicity department. Even the Scandinavian minimalists from whom we are descended. Unless they have all been hiding something from me, they do not wash their faces. There is no eye makeup getting washed off. I have never understood people who can’t go to bed until their face is washed. I completely understand that this is kind of gross, but follow my reasoning. If you wash your face, it takes about half and hour to get ready for bed. I am too tired and lazy. I think skin is mostly genetics anyway because we all do all right in that department. So without further ado, my secrets (handed down from my mother and also practiced by my sisters) unveiled:

1) Decide to get ready for bed super early. Around 9:30. Maybe getting a lot of sleep is the key?

2) Take ponytail out. Because haircare really is important.

3) Brush teeth.

4) Go to bed and fall asleep by 10.

In the morning, we awake well-rested but looking like we’ve had a hard night. I have permanent dark circles under my eyes. I pretend they’re hereditary, but I’m pretty sure this is years of mascara seeping into my skin as I sleep. C’est la vie.

We do clean up well. Just not at night before bed.

We do clean up well. Just not at night before bed.

They will know they are loved…

by my craft projects and shoes.

I am pretty deficient at small talk. You want to talk about the current crisis in Iraq? Gaza? Bring it on. Talking about what we did last weekend, lame. So since I’m a little shaky on the “how was your summer” stuff, I try to show my students I care in other ways.


I made pink eraser place cards for everyone. It took about two seconds and I only slit my leg with the exacto knife once, so I think that’s a success.

I nested a ton this year. Chalkboard walls were painted. Giant ikea baskets that no one is allowed to touch were procured. I spray-painted. They won’t notice at all, but nesting helps me prepare my heart for a new class. Also, I took care of about 5 nagging things that have bothered me for the past 3 years.


I wore high heels. My love of the ugly shoes has been well documented. My fashion board on pinterest turned into the Birkenstock board. But today, I set all Northern European comfort aside (Clarks, Danskos, and Birkenstocks) in favor of the clunky Gap clog thing. I don’t know if these are the shoes one would wear to catch a man. My guess is probably not, but boy, these pack a wallop with the 6th grade. The boys tend to be in awe that walking in said shoes is possible. And the girls just love love love the color and the height. Bonus points for exciting toe nail polish. So that’s my strategy for winning the hearts and minds of 6th graders. 

I did overhear one student say incredulously, “I think we’re going to laugh a lot in this class.” Hopefully not “at” anyone in particular, but I’m okay with laughter. Laughing is about as good for the soul as anything else I can think of. 

The year is off to a solid start. I felt so relaxed and confident. I knew what I was doing more or less the entire time. Although, truly, my idea of “knowing what I’m doing” has changed the more I teach. We’ll call that a sign of maturity. 

Happy New Year!

I like to think of these four as the classroom crime-fighting Fantastic Four. I irreligiously also refer to them as the demigods.

I like to think of these four as the classroom crime-fighting Fantastic Four. I irreligiously also refer to them as the demigods.

It is New Year’s Eve for teachers everywhere. As has become my habit, I treat the beginning of the school year as the new year, rather than January 1. What better way to end a year than with a glorious, long summer? And what better way to start a new year than crisp, new school supplies and new faces?

Here are my resolutions:

1) Declutter my apartment. As I sit on my couch, I can see myriad useless items. Yarn that I never got around to using collects dust in a basket capable of holding one project at a time. Magazine that I perused languish in a pile. Time to clean up! To contribute to my new clean minimalist lifestyle I bought many perfect wooden scrub brushes at Crate and Barrel yesterday. I will probably never be a minimalist.

2) Create a gallery wall in the classroom. Done and done! I put this on so I could check it off. The result is stunning and perhaps troubling for those of the ADHD tendencies. Although truly, if you’re going to be distracted, it might as well be with pithy phrases and classical art.

Yes it is amazing, and it goes all the way up to the 15 ft ceiling.

Yes it is amazing, and it goes all the way up to the 15 ft ceiling.

3) Adopt 5th grade. Our 5th grade team is entirely new this year. In an effort to create a greater community and a 3rd floor alliance, we’ve decided to befriend the 5th grade teachers. Mostly by feeding them…

4) Yoga 3x per week. One year we were yogis extraordinaires. Then we petered out last year. No more! More yoga and no excuses!

5) Make my bed. This is probably the hardest one. I have a full bed, which for some people means more space. For me it means that I have a whole 3/4 of the bed to fill with a baby blanket I’m knitting, 8 books I’m reading, that sweatshirt I wore last week that doesn’t have a home, and a Good and Plenty or two. Note: I should probably resolve to stop snacking in bed. Anyways, I end up sleeping huddled on one side with my junk overtaking the rest of the bed. Making it is nigh on impossible! I already feel that this will be the resolution I will not keep, but nothing ventured nothing gained.

6) “Everything is awesome.” Our mantra last year was “Let it go.” This year we’re going with “Everything is awesome.” Yes, it’s incredibly cheesy, and no, it’s not always true. However, I know that gratitude is a habit. Saying “everything is awesome” reminds me that I teach in a school that grants me quite a bit of autonomy. I get to work with people I adore. I teach students who are funny and wise and tender all in the same day. I caught myself griping about some new duty last weekend, and I snapped myself out of it by remembering that there are many places in the world and even our own country where education is an impossibility. For me this year, everything is awesome.

Everything is awesome...when you're part of a team!"

Everything is awesome…when you’re part of a team!”

The Beautiful Game

Here are the reasons why you should watch the World Cup intensively (started today with Brazil beating Croatia 3-1):

1) It’s only a month long. You can do anything for a month, even pretend to like soccer. In January, people manage to eat healthy and exercise for a whole month before giving up in February. Make this your June/July resolution.

2) National pride. “Go, go USA.” And then “Rule Britannia.” And finally, “Deutschland, Deutschland, über alles.” Try to be careful not to slip into nationalism here. I tend to root for the Northern Europeans because they appear to be cleaner and flop less theatrically than their Latin counterparts (looking at you, Neymar Jr.). But be careful. It’s a slippery slope.

3) For a month, the world feels smaller. I love watching on my little laptop knowing that people are watching the same match all over the world. I mean, even Pope Francis is watching. You’re in good company, should you watch.

4) It’s refreshing to see the US struggle to compete. I love being a citizen of the United States, but sometimes I really dislike the whole ‘Merica attitude. We may have football, baseball, and basketball, but in the sport the rest of the world plays we rank #13.

5) British sportscasters. Probably just the accent, but I feel like these men are far more profound and knowledgeable than our commentators. Also, I know less about soccer, so they could be feeding me lies. Still, it feels classier than watching the Heat-Spurs game.

6) Limited commercial breaks. There are two 45 minutes halves that run without stopping. The only time you see commercials is during halftime. Amazing.

7) Mistakes are made. This ain’t Wimbledon, folks. That tournament has one chair umpire and 18 line officials on the court. At the World Cup, it’s just the referee and the 2 linesmen. There are no challenges to calls. No instant replay. We just now have goal-line technology. We could complain about this (I was already feeling frustrated today), or we could embrace the fact that we can always blame a bad or missed call for a loss. After all, life isn’t fair, so why should our sports be?

8) World Cup Bracket. The reason I watch NCAA basketball in March/April is because I make a bracket. I am highly invested in the tournament until Duke gets upset again like they always do and blows my bracket for the year. Not everyone has a Papa Kjergaard who pays the bracket winner a prize (yes, we participate in a pool that we do not pay into), but you too could create a bracket and feel similarly invested in the outcome of the match. In fact, we do two brackets: one for pool play and one for the rest of the tournament.

9) Geography/Current Events. You can learn a lot by listening/watching the ESPN/ABC stories about teams from other parts of the world. I would have known nothing about the civil war in Côte d’Ivoire if not for stories about Didier Drogba and Les Elephants.

10) The USA will win the world cup this year. You heard it here first. We have a German coach (who doesn’t realistically expect them to win). And we’re ranked #13. We just have to somehow come out ahead of Ghana and Portugal. But who is Ghana (just the team that k knocked us out of the past two World Cups)? And Portugal is just Cristiano Ronaldo (best player in the world) plus ten other players. And the fact that we’re in the Group of Death is an honor. Germany, Ghana, and Portugal are just as nervous about playing us as we are of playing them. So yes, it’s going to be a pretty historic tournament for team USA.

*Hope and sarcasm are intertwined in #10.

Enchanted and Terrified

Dr. Lecter and I go way back to the sophomore year of high school. My awesome cross country friends (seriously, they were a great group of kids) were watching The Silence of the Lambs and Hannibal on a Saturday night. And I really wanted to go. I was mature; I’d grown up reading Agatha Christies and Nancy Drews. And we all know those are pretty scary. So yeah, I was pretty well prepared for this movie night. False. Although, Clarice Starling does share some similarities with Nancy Drew, Nancy never had a friend/foe quite like Dr. Lecter. So…I made it through the movies, Dad picked me up, and I went home and did not shut my eyes or turn off the lights in my room for weeks. I was scarred, yet fascinated. Or two quote one the good doctor’s patients, “I am enchanted and terrified.”

Truly, I don’t do horror movies. I don’t like gore. I don’t like disposable characters. But I will suffer through a lot for well-drawn, complicated characters. My favorite books, shows, movies all tend to be character driven rather than plot driven. Action scenes in movies make me really sleepy. But two people having a quiet conversation…couldn’t be more riveting to me.

When 30 Rock ended, it left a void in my life. So naturally, I replaced a hilarious comedy with a dark drama (same network, though). So now instead of Liz Lemon and Jack Donaghy solving their problems in 23 minute intervals, I get to watch Hannibal Lecter and Will Graham dance on the best friend/mortal enemy line. I can’t say that I “watch” all that much of the show. I don’t have a stomach for violence, so I end up covering the screen with my hand and muting the volume. When it feels like two characters are having a quiet conversation, I’m all in.

The writers/director/producers have been very clever thus far. In the first season, you know in the abstract that Hannibal is horrible, but for the most part you never see him doing any killing. In fact, you see him saving lives rather than ending them. He does a lot of cooking and dinner party prepping. He dresses impeccably and achieves a perfect balance between traditional architecture and mid-century modern pieces in his office/library. He supports the arts. He sketches quietly in his library. It’s easy to find him sympathetic.

The second season has amped up its philosophical and theological discussions of the nature of good and evil. There’s always a few lines that make me pause and analyze. And then I’m back to muting the volume and covering the screen, waiting desperately for another therapy session or dinner party. And then somehow, in the last few minutes of the finale, with the kitchen looking like the stage of a Shakespearean tragedy before the curtain falls (a.k.a. lots of death and blood), Hannibal walks away into the rain. And darned if you don’t feel like he’s the one who’s lost his last friend and deserves all the pity.

The show was renewed for a 3rd season. It may be the last. It’s not all that popular, despite the blood and gore. Probably because the despite the blood and gore it is, at its heart, a quiet, slow show about the nature of evil, of friendship, seeing blindly etc. At least, that’s what I’ve gleaned from the non-violent minutes I can watch.

On Niceness and Running Shoes

It’s too bad that we’ve over-used the word nice. At this point, it’s really just a way of saying something when you can’t think of anything specific. Right now in the post, I was going to take you back to the beautiful Latin origin of the word. Alas, while nice is from the Latin nescius, it literally translates into “not knowing” or “foolish.” So that’s that. You’re a weird language, English.

But I know that I personally don’t spend enough time trying to be nice and appreciating niceness in others. Yesterday was the perfect example of being virtually smacked upside the head with niceness. I was meeting a friend to run the weekly 5k (there’s a “running club” associated with one of the downtown pubs, so every week downtown is flooded with runners of all calibers). By going a little early (Kjergaard early means you get places with an hour to spare), I thought I would have time to go to the  downtown running store and get the latest pair of Mizunos (I have always worn Mizunos except for one awful year wearing Nikes).

As I was scoping out the cute shoe selection, one of the sales associates asked what I wanted. I explained the absurd brand loyalty situation, and he hesitated and asked if I’d been fitted for my shoes. Nope. I ordered them on Amazon Prime. The floodgates had opened. I confessed to knee pain in my left knee and hip pain in my right hip. Then I started on trying on the shoes. Each pair felt heavenly and light. But then they would march me outside (at this point the British manager was involved) and watch as I trotted up half a block and back down. I did this a lot. Each time they would shake their heads sorrowfully. Turns out I overpronate in my left foot and supinate in my right (my left foot collapses in and my right collapses out). Feel free to assess the truly horrendous running form thanks to my dad’s sweet new camera.

Yeah, I was beat that guy to the finish line even though I look like I'm about to keel over. Such bad form!

Yeah, I beat those guys to the finish line even though I look like I’m about to keel over. Bend your legs, girl!

One hour later, we had tried on and run in (I’m using “we” because it was a team effort) 8 pairs of shoes. Words were used that I did not understand. Finally, we settled on the Brooks Defyance (I hate with every fiber of my being that they’ve replace the ‘i’ with a ‘y’) because they offered the most support for my left foot but not too much for my right foot. And then the British manager (I think I liked her so much because she was British) told me to take the shoes to a rubberized track (at first she came up with an elaborate plan for sneaking onto the local college’s fancy track) and run 4-5 miles and see how they felt. If there was any pain, I was to bring them back right away, and we’d start from scratch.

As I was putting my old shoes on, I cracked a joke about how I wasn’t going to be barefoot running anytime soon. And their eyes lit up.  She (I wish I knew her name) outlined a careful plan to switch over to minimal shoes should this not work out. I was and am intrigued by the idea of barefoot running. We’ll see.

Anways, the point of this whole long, rambling account was that the people in the store went out of their way to be nice. They weren’t upselling at all (my shoe ended up being cheaper than most of the others I tried on), and they lavished time on me. I walked out feeling utterly cared for by two complete strangers. Isn’t that nice?

They bear a close resemblance to the bright, white shoe favored my many fashionless mothers, but they could be just what I need!

They bear a close resemblance to the bright, white shoe favored my many fashionless mothers, but they could be just what I need!

*I have not tried the shoes out yet. Heading out tomorrow morning! Fingers crossed that they work. Otherwise…it’s back to the drawing board!

100 days of happy and a miscellany

My team at school decided to do “100 days of happy” together. Basically, once a day we take a picture of something that makes us happy and we text it to everyone else. We’re 8 days in, and it has lead me to the conclusion that we are very happy people! Choosing one thing in a day has made me more cognizant of feeling happy, and then seeing 5 other “happies” in the day makes me even happier. It’s a win-win situation. Although, we’re only 8 days in to a 100 day challenge.



I was looking for Dorothea Lange pictures for literature next year, and I stumbled across this image. Isn’t it lovely? It capture the essence of a summer afternoon (Henry James’s two loveliest words in the English language).



I’m rereading Agatha Christie’s autobiography, and her mother chastised a little girl who had spoken rudely to the servants. It’s a bit old-fashioned, but anyone who’s been a sales clerk, cashier, waitress, barista, teacher, etc. can identify:

You must always be polite to people whose position forbids them to be rude to you. If you are impolite, they will despise you, and rightly, because you have not acted like a lady.

And lastly, creativity. I’ve always accepted that I am a creative person. My family could tell you stories of my intense defense of this fact. I’m not an artist, but I like to draw and sketch and paint things. The urge to cross-stitch or knit something seizes at least once a year. I decorate and put together outfits. I write here.

A few weeks ago we were walking through the halls of our school and we noticed that the 2nd grade students had painted flowers. These paintings were careful and observant. They were also beautiful. Then we walked upstairs. 5th grade also had art hanging in the hallways, but it was sloppy and juvenile. Their landscape renderings with colored pencils were so much worse than what 7-year-olds had done with watercolors that it was astonishing. My hunch is that somewhere along the line students start over-thinking and decide that they’re not the “creative type.” I think we’re all the creative type. Creating may be what makes us human.

So imagine my delight when I spent yesterday afternoon carefully painting and drawing. The swell of pride when I look at my little columbine borders on the ridiculous. And yet, I made it, and so I feel an inordinate amount of affection for it. Of course it’s not perfect, but I feel that I’ve seen the flower and understand and appreciate its beauty and complexity much more than before. One of my goals for this summer is to sketch and paint at least once a week. This act of observing and creating gives me a peace that I don’t find in any other activity. So I say to you all: “Buy a sketch book! And some paints! Muck around a bit! Look closely at a leaf, petal, squirrel, pine cone! Whatever! It’s so freeing to concentrate intensely for a half hour. Enjoy your summer!”