MYTHS FROM MOTHER RUSSIA
this is but one of the classes i will take if i get accepted to this college.
a college that will give me 75% off tuition just because i'm over 24 and living in virginia.
i'll study latin, classical mythology and philosophy, children's literature, educational pysychology, and stuff and junk.
i might major in "classical studies", which is nothing but latin and myths and greeks and so on, and because i will never ever ever work in a public school, i don't have to actually get a teacher's license.
i can just major in whatever-the-fuck and then teach it in an expensive private school and wear a bow tie each day and a smirk.
and glasses on the tip of my nose.
so i'm very excited about all these horribly unhatched eggs i'm counting.
at daycamp today, the kids started calling me "teacher! teacher!" and i almost cried, but i will never teach children over the age of 5 or 6 because that's when they start to get a 'tude, you know, and they become smarmy and sassy and rarely good at it or even cute.
i have a horrible habit of being very very excited about one thing this week and something else next week and so on- for instance,4 months ago i wanted to be a firefighter, and 3 months ago i was going to volunteer the summer in thailand, and two months ago i was going to move to oregon, and one month ago, i couldn't decide between oregon or vermont, and last week, i was horribly depressed because i didn't know what-the-fuck, and now i'm excited about this and who knows who knows who knows.
i just want to go back to school and someday be called "teacher teacher", teach little kids how to read, and then i want to come home to a cabin, homegrown strawberries, and a victrola and my sentences will go on and on forever with commas and without reason.
a college that will give me 75% off tuition just because i'm over 24 and living in virginia.
i'll study latin, classical mythology and philosophy, children's literature, educational pysychology, and stuff and junk.
i might major in "classical studies", which is nothing but latin and myths and greeks and so on, and because i will never ever ever work in a public school, i don't have to actually get a teacher's license.
i can just major in whatever-the-fuck and then teach it in an expensive private school and wear a bow tie each day and a smirk.
and glasses on the tip of my nose.
so i'm very excited about all these horribly unhatched eggs i'm counting.
at daycamp today, the kids started calling me "teacher! teacher!" and i almost cried, but i will never teach children over the age of 5 or 6 because that's when they start to get a 'tude, you know, and they become smarmy and sassy and rarely good at it or even cute.
i have a horrible habit of being very very excited about one thing this week and something else next week and so on- for instance,4 months ago i wanted to be a firefighter, and 3 months ago i was going to volunteer the summer in thailand, and two months ago i was going to move to oregon, and one month ago, i couldn't decide between oregon or vermont, and last week, i was horribly depressed because i didn't know what-the-fuck, and now i'm excited about this and who knows who knows who knows.
i just want to go back to school and someday be called "teacher teacher", teach little kids how to read, and then i want to come home to a cabin, homegrown strawberries, and a victrola and my sentences will go on and on forever with commas and without reason.