gotta take the bad stuff with the good
I just found out that I fucking failed fucking English this semester. What a prick. I shouldn't have failed, either. But frankly, I don't care right now. I'm pissed at the professor and about it killing my GPA (okay, it's a 3.4, so it isn't dead), but what the hell can I do about it now? Whatever.
The extremely good news is that I got the summer job at the Girl Scout camp, so I'm bouncing off the walls with excitement. The pay isn't awful, or at least, it's not really worse than what I would make teaching lessons anyway. It's a great job, though, and it's something I've wanted to do for a long time. I have the option of going home on the weekends, which is great, and I am guaranteed 2 hours off each day, possibly more. For a camp counselor, that's pretty good. Plus, I'm going to get CPR certs as part of my staff training, which I've been looking to do anyway. I'm excited about the whole thing. If you feel the need to make jokes about me going to Girl Scout camp, go ahead, because right now, I don't care. :)
The extremely good news is that I got the summer job at the Girl Scout camp, so I'm bouncing off the walls with excitement. The pay isn't awful, or at least, it's not really worse than what I would make teaching lessons anyway. It's a great job, though, and it's something I've wanted to do for a long time. I have the option of going home on the weekends, which is great, and I am guaranteed 2 hours off each day, possibly more. For a camp counselor, that's pretty good. Plus, I'm going to get CPR certs as part of my staff training, which I've been looking to do anyway. I'm excited about the whole thing. If you feel the need to make jokes about me going to Girl Scout camp, go ahead, because right now, I don't care. :)