Happenings
So much has happened to me this summer, I not sure where to start. Maybe with a microwave pizza--I haven't had dinner yet.
Ok, that's better.
I officially kicked off my summer with an exceptional party thrown by myself, celebrating myself, naturally. Then it was back to work, but before I could even do that I was busy buying my new house. With a mish-mash of furniture and vanilla scented air-fresheners, it is really beginning to feel like home--especially after a few beers.
What I don't like is the onslaught of bills. One thing you never learn when living at home is that things like water and electricity--which occur in nature and should be free for everyone--come at a price, monthly, and they want your money on time. I can't be bothered with mundane details like bill paying, but it seems that the collectors have a somewhat different view on the matter.
To support myself I went back to work at Summer Club. I was happy to see my long lost kiddies and found that not only had they grown, but some were not toilet trained--which is a story I insist on saving for another time. I took comfort in the fact that while some things may change others remain the same-- I'm still short and there will always be stupid children.
I decided to take advantage of the situation, and my younger sister, who took employment at summer club this year, and conjured up a "story" more believable than reality. It was great. I introduced Allie as my adopted sister, which seems normal enough, especially because 6 percent of the students enrolled are adopted.
"Allie is special," I explained, "because she wasn't adopted by our parents; Allie was adopted by me. I decided one day that I wanted a little sister, so I adopted one."
"But where did you get her?" A first grader asked.
"From the little sister store, of course." This makes total sense to an elementary school student.
"How did you pay for your sister then?"
"Easy, I used a credit card, because I'm old enough to have one."
And at that moment, it was an accepted fact that Allie was my adopted little sister. Allie too deserves props for elaborating on the story, explaining to the kids that her birthday is actually her adoption day, and at the little sister store she slept on a shelf with other little sisters. If those kids didn't know any better, my sister could have been a friggin' cabbage patch doll.
In between home-owning and working, I took set aside plenty of time for wakeboarding. I spent two weeks in Florida honing my skills, and tearing up the water, not to mention scaring away the gators. I am happy to report that i stayed at a bona fide wakeboard camp, complete with teenagers, bunk beds, and a 10 pm lights off policy.
What sort of a place was this? Why am I the only one here of legal drinking age?
No worries, because after 10 days of non-stop wakeboarding my body is ripped, the old Wake Girl is retired, and I'm thrashing the water on a new ride. I am happy to say that I can ride switch, and complete all 4 wake 180's. I like to butter-slide here and there, and I even tried an olly--which ended in a somersault face-plant.
I'm currently trying to figure out a way to buy a wakeboard boat, complete with a sound system, so I can rock out.
Upon my return from bad-ass-ness, I was struck with the overwhelming reality that I was still underemployed and needed to buckle down on the job hunt. I did what any underemployed slacker with a masters degree would do--nothing. The phone calls came rolling in last week and I was setting up interviews left and right. Of course I was hired at an exceptional high school as a long term substitute teaching Senior English, Journalism and Broadcast Journalism.
Now, I'm gainfully employed, just underpaid thanks to PAREAP, the on-line teacher database, which allowed me to passively job hunt and remain lazy at the same time.
Not many job sites can brag about that, can they?
Coming up, before the official end of summer, is my 2-week induction at the high school, a trip to Pitt for a wedding and college student drop-off, and Labor Day Weekend. After that, I'll begin teaching my first class as a real teacher. I must go find my duct tape.
Ok, that's better.
I officially kicked off my summer with an exceptional party thrown by myself, celebrating myself, naturally. Then it was back to work, but before I could even do that I was busy buying my new house. With a mish-mash of furniture and vanilla scented air-fresheners, it is really beginning to feel like home--especially after a few beers.
What I don't like is the onslaught of bills. One thing you never learn when living at home is that things like water and electricity--which occur in nature and should be free for everyone--come at a price, monthly, and they want your money on time. I can't be bothered with mundane details like bill paying, but it seems that the collectors have a somewhat different view on the matter.
To support myself I went back to work at Summer Club. I was happy to see my long lost kiddies and found that not only had they grown, but some were not toilet trained--which is a story I insist on saving for another time. I took comfort in the fact that while some things may change others remain the same-- I'm still short and there will always be stupid children.
I decided to take advantage of the situation, and my younger sister, who took employment at summer club this year, and conjured up a "story" more believable than reality. It was great. I introduced Allie as my adopted sister, which seems normal enough, especially because 6 percent of the students enrolled are adopted.
"Allie is special," I explained, "because she wasn't adopted by our parents; Allie was adopted by me. I decided one day that I wanted a little sister, so I adopted one."
"But where did you get her?" A first grader asked.
"From the little sister store, of course." This makes total sense to an elementary school student.
"How did you pay for your sister then?"
"Easy, I used a credit card, because I'm old enough to have one."
And at that moment, it was an accepted fact that Allie was my adopted little sister. Allie too deserves props for elaborating on the story, explaining to the kids that her birthday is actually her adoption day, and at the little sister store she slept on a shelf with other little sisters. If those kids didn't know any better, my sister could have been a friggin' cabbage patch doll.
In between home-owning and working, I took set aside plenty of time for wakeboarding. I spent two weeks in Florida honing my skills, and tearing up the water, not to mention scaring away the gators. I am happy to report that i stayed at a bona fide wakeboard camp, complete with teenagers, bunk beds, and a 10 pm lights off policy.
What sort of a place was this? Why am I the only one here of legal drinking age?
No worries, because after 10 days of non-stop wakeboarding my body is ripped, the old Wake Girl is retired, and I'm thrashing the water on a new ride. I am happy to say that I can ride switch, and complete all 4 wake 180's. I like to butter-slide here and there, and I even tried an olly--which ended in a somersault face-plant.
I'm currently trying to figure out a way to buy a wakeboard boat, complete with a sound system, so I can rock out.
Upon my return from bad-ass-ness, I was struck with the overwhelming reality that I was still underemployed and needed to buckle down on the job hunt. I did what any underemployed slacker with a masters degree would do--nothing. The phone calls came rolling in last week and I was setting up interviews left and right. Of course I was hired at an exceptional high school as a long term substitute teaching Senior English, Journalism and Broadcast Journalism.
Now, I'm gainfully employed, just underpaid thanks to PAREAP, the on-line teacher database, which allowed me to passively job hunt and remain lazy at the same time.
Not many job sites can brag about that, can they?
Coming up, before the official end of summer, is my 2-week induction at the high school, a trip to Pitt for a wedding and college student drop-off, and Labor Day Weekend. After that, I'll begin teaching my first class as a real teacher. I must go find my duct tape.