Life, The Universe, and Everything
"I'm alive. This is the first I could get word out."
I can't believe it's been almost since five months since campaign season ended. I can't believe it's possible to simultaneously love and hate what I'm doing now.
I'm a full-time substitute teacher at Franklin Middle School. Some of the kids I teach are funny as hell and completely precious. Some make me sad for the future of Western civilization. One time, a kid threw a trash can at me. On Friday, a twelve-year-old told me that he wants to be a hustler when he grows up. Today, I came home and thanked my dad for raising me with manners and a work ethic. On the other hand, I find that not treating the kids like they're five usually produces terrific results.
You see, right now if one is a libertarian conservative with a B.A. in political science, there's NOTHING available in the way of an actual job. I'm not bitter; I knew going in that it was the nature of the field I'd chosen. In simple mathematics, Republicans lost 8,000 jobs in the administration and fifteen to thirty staff positions for every House and Senate seat we lost. Half of D.C. has my resume. None of them are hiring. Working for any of the folks who ARE hiring would defeat every purpose I had for going into politics. So I'm teaching, and working on an unpaid basis as the state coordinator for Mike Huckabee's political action committee, and waiting for someone to hire me. Waiting for the future to reveal itself, as one of my particular favorite writers once put it.
In other news, in a week or so it'll be five months that I've been, well, dating myself. His name is Matt. In the beginning it was almost sketchy, how many things we had in common. In the beginning it was also strange that he's seven and a half years older than me. Now it's really nice. There's just no bullcrap, y'know? We have had exactly one argument, and it was about Ron Paul, whom he loves and whom I...like, but find off-putting and somewhat self-righteous.
So that's it, really. Life is quiet right now.
I can't believe it's been almost since five months since campaign season ended. I can't believe it's possible to simultaneously love and hate what I'm doing now.
I'm a full-time substitute teacher at Franklin Middle School. Some of the kids I teach are funny as hell and completely precious. Some make me sad for the future of Western civilization. One time, a kid threw a trash can at me. On Friday, a twelve-year-old told me that he wants to be a hustler when he grows up. Today, I came home and thanked my dad for raising me with manners and a work ethic. On the other hand, I find that not treating the kids like they're five usually produces terrific results.
You see, right now if one is a libertarian conservative with a B.A. in political science, there's NOTHING available in the way of an actual job. I'm not bitter; I knew going in that it was the nature of the field I'd chosen. In simple mathematics, Republicans lost 8,000 jobs in the administration and fifteen to thirty staff positions for every House and Senate seat we lost. Half of D.C. has my resume. None of them are hiring. Working for any of the folks who ARE hiring would defeat every purpose I had for going into politics. So I'm teaching, and working on an unpaid basis as the state coordinator for Mike Huckabee's political action committee, and waiting for someone to hire me. Waiting for the future to reveal itself, as one of my particular favorite writers once put it.
In other news, in a week or so it'll be five months that I've been, well, dating myself. His name is Matt. In the beginning it was almost sketchy, how many things we had in common. In the beginning it was also strange that he's seven and a half years older than me. Now it's really nice. There's just no bullcrap, y'know? We have had exactly one argument, and it was about Ron Paul, whom he loves and whom I...like, but find off-putting and somewhat self-righteous.
So that's it, really. Life is quiet right now.