The times, they are a-borin'.
Ever had the feeling that someone was watching you or that you were being talked about? I got that today. Must've been those high school girls in the magazine section of the bookstore, giggling every time I passed by. From what I remember in high school, they can smell "college senior" coming off of a guy like it was a cologne. Or a pheromone.
Speaking of the bookstore, I should probably sign up for work-study hours at Kubo's and get used to not having the money that comes from working full-time over the summer. Oh, and figuring out what I'm doing with the rest of my life might be good, too. My mom suggested I go for my Master's in education, but... I'm not sure I want to dedicate several years of my life to getting a degree that I may or may not have any use for.
Mr. Okinawa. Or Professor Okinawa. Either way, it boils down to one thing: me in a room full of kids that aren't mine. Sounds like a recipe for insanity if ever I heard of one.
Speaking of the bookstore, I should probably sign up for work-study hours at Kubo's and get used to not having the money that comes from working full-time over the summer. Oh, and figuring out what I'm doing with the rest of my life might be good, too. My mom suggested I go for my Master's in education, but... I'm not sure I want to dedicate several years of my life to getting a degree that I may or may not have any use for.
Mr. Okinawa. Or Professor Okinawa. Either way, it boils down to one thing: me in a room full of kids that aren't mine. Sounds like a recipe for insanity if ever I heard of one.