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As September inches closer and closer so do my School Rants. I have been out of school now for almost 2 months and I 've greatly enjoyed myself. I've been working my ass off at work and in my relationship and I've been busy as all hell. My work has paid off and I have a raise and I love my job (most of the time) and I'm happily living with my boyfriend and I really don't want to screw up any of this new found Niceness by going back to school. Ugh.
But because I want to be a teacher eventually I have to at least make a pre-tense of getting some credits in that direction. And so I looked up my local college's website and found to my dismay...er I mean..relief..that I haven't missed the registration dead line. However...I did find out that the courses I need to take are all on during the day...when I work. No evening courses. So let me get this straight: All students are full time students with no children, work or lives. However, the loan people expect me to work to supplement the money they aren't giving me. And I'm not aloud to have a car because that means I have money (how does that mean that?) so that adds several hours to my day that I am not working or at school but traveling by bus. And lets say by some miracle I do manage to get my ass to a class. I will sit there and hate the dumb kids who can't write a sentence without fucking it up and I will hate making small talk with them about how hard they are finding college and "like wow if the natives don't like it here in Canada then why did they move here?" and comments like that All Day Long and then I will pay someone for the privilege. Oh god...I feel an ulcer coming on.
So what does this mean? Well, I can't quit my job because this is the year for saving money for the Planned Baby in a year or so (yes you can all start laughing at that comment) and I can't not go to school because...well...mainly because of guilt because it certainly isn't because of desire. And because they won't let me teach 14 year olds about Shakespeare and Harry Potter unless I've analyzed Leonard Cohen and William Blake.
So I guess I will have to beg my bosses to take a few hours off work each week and hope to god they don't fire me.
There.
Haven't you missed my pessimistic moaning? I knew you did!!