The Contents of My Plate
Or, Why I'm Not Writing Very Much These Days.
I'm only taking two classes this semester, one of which is a practicum. I should be dedicating an enormous amount of time and energy to this practicum, but I haven't really kicked into gear yet, mostly due to (a) strong lack of motivation, and (b) being largely otherwise occupied.
I'm working as a waitress. Remember the imagery of the sinking ship? It's hard for me to tell if things are getting any better or any worse; it has its ups and downs. What I do know is that the place is in a constant state of crisis, over one thing or another. And the negative attitude that is rather pervasive throughout the staff really gets me down. I've only been working there for six weeks, and I already can't wait to leave.
And so, I followed up with my favoritest restaurant in Boulder, the Tandoori Grill. I'm starting my training/trial period this week. I'll work seven shifts, and then be evaluated for compatibility with the rest of the staff. If they like me, I stay, and I'll put in my two weeks at Pane e Vino. I'll only be bussing for a long time, but I think I'll still make okay-enough money for it to be worth it, and the owner lady (who interviewed me and is amazing) said that I can likely expect to move up to serving in November-ish.
Back to school stuff, I must get started on looking for a student-teacher position. My materials are due to CU on October 10th, including my top three choices (which I'd like to visit and at least *see* before I put them down as choices), an educational resume, a content-area mini-transcript, and two short narratives answering the questions, "What do you perceive your strengths to be as a student teacher?" and, "What do you hope to accomplish during your student teaching experience?" Fun.
Life outside of school and work is happy, happy. The house is wonderful, even though still looking a little bare in some spots. Furniture is not yet in its final location, and there are still a good number of boxes in the garage that need to be dealt with. Jon and I don't go out as much as I'd like, but we have good fun when we do. He turned twenty five on September sixteenth, and I pulled together a hell of a lot of his friends from all over the place. We got the kid really drunk at the Whiskey Bar down in Denver with a bunch of awesome people. Unfortunately, I was an asshole and forgot my camera, so no pictures to share.
I'm slowly getting back on the healthy-living track. Working in a restaurant makes for constant temptation, and sometimes I'll just find a piece of yummy bread has made its way into my mouth. I'm trying to keep up the willpower, and fighting cravings with protein shakes right before shifts. I'm doing some dvd routines on the stability ball, and I'm cycling just about every other day, since it doesn't hurt my ankle (except when the toe strap twists itself around and thus twists my ankle around and I whimper like a two year old). The ankle still has its ugly days, and my range of motion isn't yet what it should be, but I'm walking around almost without pain, finally. I'm back into my katas in karate, and that makes me happy. I noticed that once I stopped working out for a while, I started craving the most disgusting foods. Now that I'm back into making good decisions, I'm not craving the fatty and greasy as much. Sorry, KFC, your window of opportunity closed on us.
Although it wasn't intentional, I got back on the working out bandwagon at an excellent time. It's a done deal that Jon and I will be spending December 13th through 21st in the Virgin Islands with my parents and step-brother on a chartered catamaran. Jon's passport is in preparation, and I just have to find mine. I also need to find my Sea Card, because there will be diving. There will also hopefully be awesome tanning sessions in a new bikini that will fit me beautifully. I'm not looking to really lose any weight (I'm sitting around 143-ish right now), just a huge drop in body fat, cause I'm hanging out at about 30% (says my bmi scale, which I know isn't entirely accurate but is a good tool for measuring change at the very least). It makes me sad that I can't run, but hopefully within the next month or so, I'll see enough improvement in my ankle (I keep typing ankly, for some reason) to give it a shot again. Funny how something that I hate so much has its goddamn claws in me, and I yearn for it.
And now, it's time for me to get my butt in gear for work. I always get stuck with the Monday lunch shifts, and they're always slower than god, but they're good for getting procrastinated reading done. Hope everyone out there in LJ land is doing well.
I'm only taking two classes this semester, one of which is a practicum. I should be dedicating an enormous amount of time and energy to this practicum, but I haven't really kicked into gear yet, mostly due to (a) strong lack of motivation, and (b) being largely otherwise occupied.
I'm working as a waitress. Remember the imagery of the sinking ship? It's hard for me to tell if things are getting any better or any worse; it has its ups and downs. What I do know is that the place is in a constant state of crisis, over one thing or another. And the negative attitude that is rather pervasive throughout the staff really gets me down. I've only been working there for six weeks, and I already can't wait to leave.
And so, I followed up with my favoritest restaurant in Boulder, the Tandoori Grill. I'm starting my training/trial period this week. I'll work seven shifts, and then be evaluated for compatibility with the rest of the staff. If they like me, I stay, and I'll put in my two weeks at Pane e Vino. I'll only be bussing for a long time, but I think I'll still make okay-enough money for it to be worth it, and the owner lady (who interviewed me and is amazing) said that I can likely expect to move up to serving in November-ish.
Back to school stuff, I must get started on looking for a student-teacher position. My materials are due to CU on October 10th, including my top three choices (which I'd like to visit and at least *see* before I put them down as choices), an educational resume, a content-area mini-transcript, and two short narratives answering the questions, "What do you perceive your strengths to be as a student teacher?" and, "What do you hope to accomplish during your student teaching experience?" Fun.
Life outside of school and work is happy, happy. The house is wonderful, even though still looking a little bare in some spots. Furniture is not yet in its final location, and there are still a good number of boxes in the garage that need to be dealt with. Jon and I don't go out as much as I'd like, but we have good fun when we do. He turned twenty five on September sixteenth, and I pulled together a hell of a lot of his friends from all over the place. We got the kid really drunk at the Whiskey Bar down in Denver with a bunch of awesome people. Unfortunately, I was an asshole and forgot my camera, so no pictures to share.
I'm slowly getting back on the healthy-living track. Working in a restaurant makes for constant temptation, and sometimes I'll just find a piece of yummy bread has made its way into my mouth. I'm trying to keep up the willpower, and fighting cravings with protein shakes right before shifts. I'm doing some dvd routines on the stability ball, and I'm cycling just about every other day, since it doesn't hurt my ankle (except when the toe strap twists itself around and thus twists my ankle around and I whimper like a two year old). The ankle still has its ugly days, and my range of motion isn't yet what it should be, but I'm walking around almost without pain, finally. I'm back into my katas in karate, and that makes me happy. I noticed that once I stopped working out for a while, I started craving the most disgusting foods. Now that I'm back into making good decisions, I'm not craving the fatty and greasy as much. Sorry, KFC, your window of opportunity closed on us.
Although it wasn't intentional, I got back on the working out bandwagon at an excellent time. It's a done deal that Jon and I will be spending December 13th through 21st in the Virgin Islands with my parents and step-brother on a chartered catamaran. Jon's passport is in preparation, and I just have to find mine. I also need to find my Sea Card, because there will be diving. There will also hopefully be awesome tanning sessions in a new bikini that will fit me beautifully. I'm not looking to really lose any weight (I'm sitting around 143-ish right now), just a huge drop in body fat, cause I'm hanging out at about 30% (says my bmi scale, which I know isn't entirely accurate but is a good tool for measuring change at the very least). It makes me sad that I can't run, but hopefully within the next month or so, I'll see enough improvement in my ankle (I keep typing ankly, for some reason) to give it a shot again. Funny how something that I hate so much has its goddamn claws in me, and I yearn for it.
And now, it's time for me to get my butt in gear for work. I always get stuck with the Monday lunch shifts, and they're always slower than god, but they're good for getting procrastinated reading done. Hope everyone out there in LJ land is doing well.