Last Night's Dream
Last night, I dreamt about Jim Wittenwyler. He came to my house and happened to bring this keyboard with him. A keyboard made out of legos. I woke up severely disappointed to see my plain, old keyboard. A keyboard nearing its 9th year in servitude.
Jim was wedded this summer to a wonderful woman, Serra Calisesi, in a lavish and beautiful wedding. I was one of the groomsmen. In one day, for almost fourteen hours, I helped prepare, and afterwards, celebrate their profound love for each other. It was an event a year and a half in the making. If you ask me, weddings can get crazy. However, Nick Caligiuri's was pretty simple and awesome: a few crazy nights in vegas with his closets friends.
I've got a three-hour orientation in an hour for the school district. I hope I get paid for this because their fingerprinting processing fee wasn't cheap.
Sometimes when I re-read some of my entries, I sound like an ass. Like now, this entry. Who in the hell writes about some of that stuff using those kinds of words? I always worry about coming off like a guy who thinks he's cool or someone who thinks he knows how to write. I mean, sometimes I think that of other people, but deep down, I'm just a big, dorky nerd. Like my last entry about the buffet.
I'll be taking the California Basic Educational Skills Test in over a month which is kind of like the ITBS for adults entering the educational field. It's a joke of a test. The math section doesn't go beyond simple algebra and most of it is spent on doing addition. The English section is pretty straight-forward also. There is an essay section, though. Honestly, I've always struggled with timed essays, even if it is about simple stuff like, "Why are you taking this test and do you hope to achieve by doing so?" kind of stuff. I've wanted some good practice for the CBEST's essays, but some of these last entries were kind of asinine of me. Also, I don't really get a chance to thoroughly look over what I get to write when I'm in the testing room.
I wonder if anyone else suffers from the same handwriting difficulties that I do. I spend so much time typing, especially after graduation, that I can't write well any more. It looks like complete garbage, like when I have to fill out registration forms and stuff, and besides the legibility, my thoughts aren't as well-put together since I haven't had to organize my thoughts in a very long time.
Sometimes I wonder if I had done better in school if would've made a huge difference in life. I mean, would I be happier in grad school? Would I be more satisfied applying to med school? Maybe I could be doing research or working towards where I want to be. My friend Mark Luo is having second doubts about dental school right now. It's a huge commitment, and he's got like three years left. It's tough. I'm still having some troubles figuring out what I really want to do and where I want to be in five years. When interviewers ask me that, I always bullshit them and tell them what they want to hear, plus more. They want to know my meaning of success and ambition, and I give it to them, but what is it that would provide the kind of sincere well-being and happiness that I've been reaching for? The truth is, even after some thinking, I can't really distinguish what it is or what I'm really wanting. I don't have a real goal to anticipate. Well, these sort of doubts will be put into the back shelf before I head into orientation. I've got to put my game face on and to see what I can offer the school district and what they can bring to my table. I am looking forward to this, and I'm hoping that this is a real step in the right direction. But you know, I guess there is one thing that I'm aspiring not to be.
Back in high school, in Mrs. Kuiken's class - I don't really remember how to spell her name, the AP Physics teacher - the class would sometimes look out the window during lunch to see a bunch of hobos out there hanging out by the bridge. We would always make fun of them, and we had a lot of inside jokes on those hobos. Even to this day my friends and I make fun of hobos. I don't want to be one of those hobos. So I'm getting a good job, and I'm going to do well for myself.
Jim was wedded this summer to a wonderful woman, Serra Calisesi, in a lavish and beautiful wedding. I was one of the groomsmen. In one day, for almost fourteen hours, I helped prepare, and afterwards, celebrate their profound love for each other. It was an event a year and a half in the making. If you ask me, weddings can get crazy. However, Nick Caligiuri's was pretty simple and awesome: a few crazy nights in vegas with his closets friends.
I've got a three-hour orientation in an hour for the school district. I hope I get paid for this because their fingerprinting processing fee wasn't cheap.
Sometimes when I re-read some of my entries, I sound like an ass. Like now, this entry. Who in the hell writes about some of that stuff using those kinds of words? I always worry about coming off like a guy who thinks he's cool or someone who thinks he knows how to write. I mean, sometimes I think that of other people, but deep down, I'm just a big, dorky nerd. Like my last entry about the buffet.
I'll be taking the California Basic Educational Skills Test in over a month which is kind of like the ITBS for adults entering the educational field. It's a joke of a test. The math section doesn't go beyond simple algebra and most of it is spent on doing addition. The English section is pretty straight-forward also. There is an essay section, though. Honestly, I've always struggled with timed essays, even if it is about simple stuff like, "Why are you taking this test and do you hope to achieve by doing so?" kind of stuff. I've wanted some good practice for the CBEST's essays, but some of these last entries were kind of asinine of me. Also, I don't really get a chance to thoroughly look over what I get to write when I'm in the testing room.
I wonder if anyone else suffers from the same handwriting difficulties that I do. I spend so much time typing, especially after graduation, that I can't write well any more. It looks like complete garbage, like when I have to fill out registration forms and stuff, and besides the legibility, my thoughts aren't as well-put together since I haven't had to organize my thoughts in a very long time.
Sometimes I wonder if I had done better in school if would've made a huge difference in life. I mean, would I be happier in grad school? Would I be more satisfied applying to med school? Maybe I could be doing research or working towards where I want to be. My friend Mark Luo is having second doubts about dental school right now. It's a huge commitment, and he's got like three years left. It's tough. I'm still having some troubles figuring out what I really want to do and where I want to be in five years. When interviewers ask me that, I always bullshit them and tell them what they want to hear, plus more. They want to know my meaning of success and ambition, and I give it to them, but what is it that would provide the kind of sincere well-being and happiness that I've been reaching for? The truth is, even after some thinking, I can't really distinguish what it is or what I'm really wanting. I don't have a real goal to anticipate. Well, these sort of doubts will be put into the back shelf before I head into orientation. I've got to put my game face on and to see what I can offer the school district and what they can bring to my table. I am looking forward to this, and I'm hoping that this is a real step in the right direction. But you know, I guess there is one thing that I'm aspiring not to be.
Back in high school, in Mrs. Kuiken's class - I don't really remember how to spell her name, the AP Physics teacher - the class would sometimes look out the window during lunch to see a bunch of hobos out there hanging out by the bridge. We would always make fun of them, and we had a lot of inside jokes on those hobos. Even to this day my friends and I make fun of hobos. I don't want to be one of those hobos. So I'm getting a good job, and I'm going to do well for myself.