Helen: Come on girls! Speak up!
*I speak up*
Helen: Don't be cheeky.
|Measuring for our giant- Andrea: Brooke, your forehead is a lot bigger than you think it is.|
Helen: Put your mind in gear before you put your mouth in motion!
|This is Jaime. He is our Giant. He has swag. Obvi.|
*me completely nailing Total Eclipse of the Heart*
Helen: Can you whistle?
Helen: Well you can't sing either.
|building a rhombicuboctrahedron|
*Andrea takes picture of Helen*
Helen: Do you wish to live?
*Helen looks at picture*
Helen: email it. I can use it on my dating profile.
|nailed it. almost...|
Me: These flies are so annoying!
*as I swat them away from me*
Helen: Well, you know they're only attracted to rubbish.
|Helen berating my math skills in the background.|
|Andrea's super impressive, and apparently offensive, spit fountain during our rap about adding doubles.|
Helen: You'd get shot for that.
|The tapas we created.|
Helen: bin it.
Helen: bin it.
Helen: bin it! bin it! bin it!
Helen: What is something you struggle with? (no pause for answer) I have one for you. You lack resiliency. You give up very easily and you have a hard time thinking outside the box (continues to lecture me on how its not completely my fault, but also a product of my raising)... But that is a lovely color on you."
Lessons Learned from Helen:
-Life is cheeky.
-Leggings are most definitely pants.
-There are apparently many academic disadvantages that children who come from big families face.
-There is more than one way to skin a cat (horrible expression) but Helen's way will always be the right way to do it.
-Bin it = throw it away
-I may not be that smart, but I am pretty and I look great in pink.
I'll take it!