a chance to find true love

anna bjorgman. 36 going on 16. sister, cousin, wife, mother, aunt, your best friend and chocolate lover extraordinaire! currently a kindergarten teacher and a very cool high school substitute teacher (i know all the pranks, minnies. trust me).   have you met the new and improved sven & olaf? take a look!

[heplays-theviolin]

"I don’t… Nothing in my life has prepared me for this situation.  What the hell do I do?"

[annaofnewyork-blog]

Don't worry, be happy!

[annaofnewyork-blog]

too fast for you to handle | anna and hans

[hansofnewyork]

  "I know about your children, the situation," She nodded as she sat down and opened the planner on her desk, "And I know about the stocks and what Mr. Westergaard does to provide for this children. Trust me, I do know, I don’t leave until he does."

She then looked up at her and arched an eyebrow. “I’m sorry sweetheart but I don’t remember concerning myself with whether you like me or not. At this point, Hans is practically my son. He needs someone to look out for him. Everyone does.”

[annaofnewyork-blog]

"The situation is that what happened when we were young was a mistake. Of course he pays child support." Her arms crossed--she was about to lose her temper. "Look, lady you know nothing about what happened in the past. I don't know what he told you but you don't know anything!"

[annaofnewyork-blog]

the meaning of family | anna and quinn

[adrinktheycall-loneliness-blog]

"I don't know. They might be." Quinn remarked, deadpan, when she received her test back. She craned her neck to see Aiden's score. "D? Ouch." Except she hadn't meant to say it like that. "I mean, it's only the first grade of the year. You'll be fine. We don't even need to go over it if you don't want to. Whatever you want." She was talking at a mile a minute and couldn't stop herself if she tried. He wasn't listening anyway. He was in another world, staring at the front of the room. But she tried again, anyway. "What were you gonna ask me before my m-I mean, the substitute came in?" She asked, even though she and her mother and all of her classmates very well knew exactly what he was going to ask. But he still didn't answer. "Aiden?"

"Huh? Oh, that? It was nothing. Don't worry about it. " Aiden answered with that stupid perfect voice and that stupid perfect smile. Just like that. Like taking candy away from a baby. He suddenly raised his hand, a little too eager. "Mrs. B? Can we just go over it now? No one's actually doing this." He requested, mesmerized by the substitute. All the boys were. If only she could hate him like she hated the rest of them.

[annaofnewyork-blog]

Anna had passed out the last exam and returned to the front of the class when Aiden asked his question. Honestly, she was not prepared about how low the scores wore and Anna hardly knew about chemistry. This was exactly why her plan to have the students work together. 

She turned to him and nodded with a smile, shooting a desperate look to Quinn to help with the answers. "Of course." Anna walked to their table, "I think it is delightful how enthusiastic you are about this and because of this how about you and Ms. Bjorgman start explaining the first question."

Anna paused a moment, realizing she had the answer book. Hurrying to the teacher's shelves, she pulled it out and propped herself to sit on top of the desk. "Go on."

She liked Aiden--for Quinn, not herself. He was very charming and when she was positive eyes weren't on her, which probably wasn't true, she pulled out her phone and texted Quinn.

[text]:  he is a cutie!!!!!    ♡＼(^▽^')ノ♡  go for it!  ~*mumzies*~

[annaofnewyork-blog]

The teacher had not yet arrived in the classroom and some of the students were getting a bit wound up. One kid mentioned maybe not having class, another mentioned maybe they’ll have a substitute.

Timothy, a senior who had been held back in this chemistry class, leaned back...

[annaofnewyork-blog]

Anna really had to hold herself back from making a some form of embarrassing comment. She opened her mouth to play around with needing to call home to see if Quinn was there but didn't. "Oh, there you are," she said, glancing at her.

She continued down the list, "Aiden Macdonald?"

When attendance was compete Anna pulled out a stack of already graded exams. "We have good news and bad news. The good news is this isn't my fault because I'm not your actual teacher--The bad news is that most of you didn't do quite too well on your exams. I am going to pass them out and there will be a ten minute period for each of you to review your answers with your lab partner. After this we will go over them together."

Anna began to pass them out, keeping her fave neutral at seeing the Fs, Ds and the occasional C+ or B- but when she got to Quinn's there was a nice A+.

"Nice work hone--" stopping herself from saying honey, she continued. "Honestly, your parents must be proud."

[annaofnewyork-blog]

the meaning of family | anna and quinn

The teacher had not yet arrived in the classroom and some of the students were getting a bit wound up.  One kid mentioned maybe not having class, another mentioned maybe they'll have a substitute. 

Timothy, a senior who had been held back in this chemistry class, leaned back in his chair. "Oh, you know what--maybe we'll have Mrs. B, that teach is so fine. I would love to get a piece of that." 

"She is married, Tim!" Said one of the girls near him, rolling her eyes, 

"Yeah but she can't be more than what--twenty-eight? She has time to change her mind. I'm telling me and Mrs. B would make a hot--"

At that moment Anna walked through the door and looked at him, "Mrs. B. and I." She continued to the front of the classroom. At any normal time, she might make it her mission to embarrass her children but she did put up her limits. There was a line and the classroom was that line. 

"So, here's the part where I'm supposed to introduce myself, write my name on the board but since I'm sure most of you know who I am it is a waste of chalk but then again I should follow procedure and it's not my chalk money going to waste so--" she turned around, simply wrote Mrs. B. When Anna started substituting for the school she had gone by Mrs. Bjorgman but she earned the nickname as well as she felt it should be more comfortable her her children if she didn't any longer. "Now attendance--"

Anna seemed to know every student, it was something she was great at. Like in Arendelle, she knew nearly every resident by first middle and last name just by face. "Quinn Bjorgman?" it did take a bit effort to not say anything to her daughter. She simply acted as if she were any normal student in the class even if it had been very difficult knowing about her thoughts on the boy sitting next to her.

[just-a-gem-deactivated20141228]

  I hate to say it, but i think I have a teensy bit more consciousness and emotion than any chicken I know...

[annaofnewyork-blog]

How do you know that  chickens don't have more consciousness and emotion than you?

[adrinktheycall-loneliness-blog]

The hottest boy in the grade is my lab partner in chemistry.

It’s gonna be a good school year.

[annaofnewyork-blog]

Keep that chemistry with him inside the classroom and just to a science, though. Thank you.

[conor-williams]

  Mum I am working under the best chief in America.. I can’t just go in with a note! That made holds my whole career in his hands. So what do you want to do first?

[annaofnewyork-blog]

Does this best chief in America have a parent or guardian?  I'm sure it will be understood. That or you could make yourself look like a family person and say your mother needs you. People like people who put their family before their careers.

[conor-williams]

  Fine mum but you do know it would mean I would have to get up before 4am on the fourth morning to make it to work on time.. But for you I’ll do it..

[annaofnewyork-blog]

You can ditch work. i'll write you a note.

[conor-williams]

  Well I could come home for a few days and catch up with the family if you would like? But a maximum of like three.. Yeah.. I have three days off.

[annaofnewyork-blog]

Four? Four days. Four days or I will rent out your room.

Rent it out to that homeless man down town. You know the one that always used to try and talk to you when we had to go run errands. 

[conor-williams]

  Hey Mum… more like I ughh may have forgot where I left it in my apartment and had it on silent.. I think I lost it under the table..

[annaofnewyork-blog]

Oh

Maybe it's somewhere in your room back at home. where it always was for years. where it should be. where it should stay forever. 

[conor-williams]

Work has been hectic and my love life has nothing new happening… Sometimes I just dress up and laugh at myself.

[annaofnewyork-blog]

Oh, did you lose your cell phone too?

[branjfc]

  Ah, well then… Your daughter doesn’t really seem to think you’re in your twenties though…

[annaofnewyork-blog]

Oh, she's just seven.

she doesn't know anything. ha.

[annaofnewyork-blog]

too fast for you to handle | anna and hans

[hansofnewyork]

  "You’re Anna, yes?" She raised an eyebrow at her, "I just…know what happened." She then rolled her eyes, "Yes. You’ve said that before. But…really, I don’t care what you think. I don’t work for you." With that, she went around Anna, heading back to her desk.

[annaofnewyork-blog]

Anna was trying hard to keep her temper away but this woman was stirring it. "And what do you know?" she said this flatly, following the woman out. "About--" she paused, she needed to not make things worse. Not put the blame on Hans. "How we were like any young kids and made a mistake? How Hans took responsibility and stepped up? Oh, or how I still stay in contact with him--how he worked so hard to save up stocks for their future?" She was still trying to keep herself relaxed.

But she was now standing right beside the woman again, "or how he's putting his social and dating life on the back burner to make sure our daughter is okay--to check in with her health?" Anna had been holding it it. The news she received from one of Chapin's text results had come in earlier in the morning. It wasn't good and she had yet to bring it up with Hans.

Clearing her throat Anna crossed her arms. "Listen lady, you are rude and I don't like you."

[annaofnewyork-blog]

Yes. Everything does die but this chicken died for food and I now took part in the reason for this little guy’s death! It was a murder, not a natural death.

He didn’t have to die.  Look at him. Even with hot sauce he looks so dead and pathetic as a little nugget of fried chicken.

[just-a-gem-deactivated20141228]

Umm…Auntie Anna, I don’t think he particularly cared if he died an unnatural death or not! He was- erm- well he was raised to die!

[annaofnewyork-blog]

Being raised to die is no life. Wouldn't you care if you were raised to die?

[actually-skellington-deactivate]

  Not the cooking, the whole “haters gonna hate” thing you were saying. I couldn’t care less about your food.

[annaofnewyork-blog]

You are making very little sense, child.

[annaofnewyork-blog]

Oh same with me. It is a blessing yet a curse. It is also nice that I can fit into my fifteen year old daughter’s clothing. Don’t think that helps, though.

[branjfc]

Wow, that is something though, being able to fit in your kids clothes. You don’t look like you would be confused for a seventeen year old though, uh, maybe be confused as someone in their twenties?

[annaofnewyork-blog]

Twenties work. I'll take twenties. Any day.

But momma, you are 36!