The phone has yet to ring.
Well. Still no contracts being offered from illiterate school districts. I might just give it all up and move to a truck stop and become one of those waitresses that call everyone "Sugar". I think I would do well there, enough to write a very interesting novel at least. Speaking of which, I still have yet to finish my little stories I started a year ago. *sigh* I think what I need is a camping trip to let it all out. Some of the best writing I have ever done has been on the side of a mountain, out in the back country where no one else id there but weird hermit park Ranger who hung out with Banana Slugs. I miss those guys, they new all of the best camp stories. I need a good ol’ fashioned communing with nature. Anthony told me last night that his Mom owns a smallish farm in Kansas. To which I replied “Can I build a commune on it? I need a place to start my socialist school.” He just smiled and laughed and said that it was too far out to attract people. His Brother the physics genius looked confused and laughed too. I gave them both a cookie.
So because I am planning on moving to where vegetarians are not common; I am trying to eat meat again. And it is not working out. I don’t feel well after eating meat. Yucky, greasy, nasty. (And it’s only lunch meat.)
Well this summer I am going to teach summer school for LISD. Cool. Not too thrilled about it, but you never know. Maybe one of the pregnant girls will be nice to me for a change. Mostly I have come across a lot of cranky pregnant girls and girls in gangs. The boys a re mild in comparison, it’s the girls who’ll rip your weave out for looking at their man you have to watch out for. I’m not saying all of the kids are like that only the intellectually segregated ones who are told they aren’t going to college because they aren’t worthy. I was told that once. And now I am about to graduate with freaking honors! Having held at least two jobs the entire time, paying for it all and going through my mother disowning me and several nice young men scaring me literally for life. I will never tell a student they can’t go to college. That is just ridiculous.
I am getting excited about seeing my baby sister (for the first time ever), when my family comes in August. I hope I can get my research project done before then. I want to spend as much time with my brothers and sister as possible. Some one has to give them a good dose of college. I know that I am going to take Andrew on a tour of the campus and send him home with an application to be a freshman in the fall of 2010. I want him to be an engineer with a minor in English, but the can be whatever he wants as long as he doesn’t join the Navy. ROTC is okay, I just don’t like the idea of my bother being brain washed be the military. And I don’t want him fighting in any open ended wars in the Middle East.
Ooh man, I hope Booker calls tomorrow.
So because I am planning on moving to where vegetarians are not common; I am trying to eat meat again. And it is not working out. I don’t feel well after eating meat. Yucky, greasy, nasty. (And it’s only lunch meat.)
Well this summer I am going to teach summer school for LISD. Cool. Not too thrilled about it, but you never know. Maybe one of the pregnant girls will be nice to me for a change. Mostly I have come across a lot of cranky pregnant girls and girls in gangs. The boys a re mild in comparison, it’s the girls who’ll rip your weave out for looking at their man you have to watch out for. I’m not saying all of the kids are like that only the intellectually segregated ones who are told they aren’t going to college because they aren’t worthy. I was told that once. And now I am about to graduate with freaking honors! Having held at least two jobs the entire time, paying for it all and going through my mother disowning me and several nice young men scaring me literally for life. I will never tell a student they can’t go to college. That is just ridiculous.
I am getting excited about seeing my baby sister (for the first time ever), when my family comes in August. I hope I can get my research project done before then. I want to spend as much time with my brothers and sister as possible. Some one has to give them a good dose of college. I know that I am going to take Andrew on a tour of the campus and send him home with an application to be a freshman in the fall of 2010. I want him to be an engineer with a minor in English, but the can be whatever he wants as long as he doesn’t join the Navy. ROTC is okay, I just don’t like the idea of my bother being brain washed be the military. And I don’t want him fighting in any open ended wars in the Middle East.
Ooh man, I hope Booker calls tomorrow.