Ms. Woodman was born at a very young age in a mystical place referred to by most as California's Central Coast. There she grew up showing rabbits, reading Harry Potter, rolling in mud, engineering tree houses, and walking on stilts. Occasionally her parents would take her to snow capped mountains where she would slide down hills with pieces of fiberglass strapped to her feet, which she enjoyed very much. She also rode on the backs of large four legged mammals and ran around after black and white balls trying to steal them from other teams while protecting a large metal cage from ball attacks. She also attempted to keep a ball in the air while other teams tried to smash it down on her side of the court.

When Ms. Woodman entered high school, she joined a great organization call the FFA. There she talked too much in front of large audiences, walked behind pigs with sticks, led around cattle, led around people, examined livestock for desirable characteristics and then viciously judged the ones who didn't have what it took. She also took pictures of things, wrote stories about things, and swam around in large pools with fellow female classmates trying to steal a yellow ball from opponents and attempting not to drown. 

After high school, Ms. Woodman decided to run with the wild mustangs and ventured over a hill to a place that moved nice and SLO. There she milked large bovines, ate way too many eggs, stacked books, gave tours to children, and occasionally attended classes. Eventually, Cal Poly got tired of Woodman and decided that it was time for her to graduate. But no body gets rid of Woodman that easy. So she came back to obtain her credential to teach high school aged children. Cal Poly again got tired of her though and banished her to the far away land called Nipomo. Nipomo eventually threw Woodman out too, but after a while decided she wasn’t so bad so they brought her back. And everyone lived happily ever after.