Deodorant is a beautiful, wonderful thing...look into it.
Oh my sweet lord, the fella next to me right now is in some serious need of a personal hygiene lesson....I want to turn to him and yell, "Quit contaminating my oxygen, you long-legged loser!" But, I won't, instead I'll try to type as quickly and coherently as I can, and then make my way back into clearer atmosphere.
On a super-duper exciting note....I was offered the job I wanted at NM yesterday. So, starting on May 26 and until August 19th, I will be passing on my knowledge of the world to little tykes at a summer camp. Or if I don't pass any knowledge on, at least we'll pass the time together in an entertaining fashion. Now the question arises, how to get myself down there and how much green it will cost me. My mom has already offered to help out, and although I absolutely hate asking my parents for money, I fear that is the only option in this situation. That, or I could work the corner on 8th street for the week I'm home in Rapid....which, by the way, works out awesomely with NM because I'll be able to be in Rapid the whole time my sister is there. So yeah to that. I just have to keep telling myself that someday, when I'm a bad ass, skirt suit wearing, civil rights lawyer I won't have these constant financial worries. Yeah, that's right, I'll just sell my soul to Satan and never have to worry about money again.
In other news, yesterday was the day from hell for me because I had three finals: theatre history, directing, and....wait for it....Algebra. My only consolation about the Algebra final is that I will never, ever ever, again have to take a math class. Nope, no math for Bekah anymore! To keep myself from crying about the grade I will probably receive in that class, I just repeat three things to myself: 1) I am smart 2) It's okay that I'm not good at math, I'm still smart 3) Having a C in Alegbra will not stop me from getting into law school, because the rest of my grades are hunky dory. And just for added pleasure, I also say, "And gosh darn it, people like me!"
My only obligation now that my finals are over is finishing my scene design and that shouldn't take too much more time. I have absolutely nothing to do tomorrow besides that, so I'm not worried about it.
Oh, and I have to work at the lame-ass library on Thursday, too. Happy happy, joy joy.
Nonetheless, I am extraordinarily ecstatic about the job offer....even no deodorant wearing boy can't get me down.
On a super-duper exciting note....I was offered the job I wanted at NM yesterday. So, starting on May 26 and until August 19th, I will be passing on my knowledge of the world to little tykes at a summer camp. Or if I don't pass any knowledge on, at least we'll pass the time together in an entertaining fashion. Now the question arises, how to get myself down there and how much green it will cost me. My mom has already offered to help out, and although I absolutely hate asking my parents for money, I fear that is the only option in this situation. That, or I could work the corner on 8th street for the week I'm home in Rapid....which, by the way, works out awesomely with NM because I'll be able to be in Rapid the whole time my sister is there. So yeah to that. I just have to keep telling myself that someday, when I'm a bad ass, skirt suit wearing, civil rights lawyer I won't have these constant financial worries. Yeah, that's right, I'll just sell my soul to Satan and never have to worry about money again.
In other news, yesterday was the day from hell for me because I had three finals: theatre history, directing, and....wait for it....Algebra. My only consolation about the Algebra final is that I will never, ever ever, again have to take a math class. Nope, no math for Bekah anymore! To keep myself from crying about the grade I will probably receive in that class, I just repeat three things to myself: 1) I am smart 2) It's okay that I'm not good at math, I'm still smart 3) Having a C in Alegbra will not stop me from getting into law school, because the rest of my grades are hunky dory. And just for added pleasure, I also say, "And gosh darn it, people like me!"
My only obligation now that my finals are over is finishing my scene design and that shouldn't take too much more time. I have absolutely nothing to do tomorrow besides that, so I'm not worried about it.
Oh, and I have to work at the lame-ass library on Thursday, too. Happy happy, joy joy.
Nonetheless, I am extraordinarily ecstatic about the job offer....even no deodorant wearing boy can't get me down.