Best. Sunburn. Ever.

[constance]

Okay, so today was one of my swimming days. I was there a little longer than usual today, and only applied my sunscreen once, so I did expect to be a little pink, as indeed I am, tonight, across my shoulders, the tip of my nose and chin and across my cheekbones. But I did forget one spot on my body, and man I am lucky I have bangs, because my face right now, delicate pink until you get to my forehead which is a painful-looking purply-pink, would otherwise be a sight to behold.

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[amelia-eve.livejournal.com]

I'm a little sunburny myself, and rather reveling in it. Saturday was my first beach trip of the whole entire summer and my first time ever at the beach with Emerson and we had so much fun! If it would just stop raining every single weekend I would go to the beach a lot more often because it rocks.

I was using the 60 SPF but I was mostly in the water so I knew it wouldn't be super effective even though it claims to be sporty and not wash off. The saving grace is that my little white tan lines from the swimsuit match up perfectly with the position of my bra straps, so only slightly ouchy.

And one late thought about the teaching thing.... Another factor to consider is the bit about not really interacting with grown-ups for most of the day. I really enjoy my colleagues as a big part of my worklife, perhaps in part because I live alone. I think it might be difficult for me to be alone with only kids for most of my professional day.

[tofty.livejournal.com]

May I recommend Coppertone Sport as a sunscreen? It's the closest thing to a genuinely waterproof sunscreen I've ever seen -- so much so that if I put an SPF 60 lotion on my face and their SPF 30 (the highest SPF, as far as I've been able to determine, that they make) on my body, I still get more sunburn on my face if I go swimming.

If you get more rain-free weekends, that is! I'll wish some up for you -- or you can send the rainy weekends my way, because my grass is getting silvery and I could use the rain.

:::

And you know, that's an excellent point about a teacher's potential craving for adult conversation. I live alone too, and get pine-y for adult voices sitting home alone all day, and sitting with seven-year-olds all day and only dogs (much as I adore them) all night, with nary a grownup in sight: I have to say that this is the best argument I've gotten so far against becoming a teacher. Definitely something to think about.