Loads of work, radio-show overhaul, and summer plans
I have now set another unrealistic goal for myself: Bangalore, India. Synergy Global has another call center over there. I am working on gathering references for a resume to submit to The Hinduja Group. HTMT (Hinduja TMT) is a business partner of the company for which my father works. They have fancy offices in Bangalore, and I hope to land myself somewhere over there this summer. Who knows, I might just go AWOL and never return. Just remember: it's not what you know, it's who you know.
The radio show has pretty much undergone a massive overhaul. The format, time and name have all changed. We are now "Libertarian Hour". This allows us to discuss politics and religion. We also no longer have a "one topic per show" configuration. We bring on the craziest, most outspoken guests we can find and discuss any political or religious issues that come to mind. Usually we discuss gay marriage and U.S. international relations. I'm trying to get this Wiccan guy to agree to come on the show. He's in his late 20s and highly emotionally disturbed: perfect material for our show!
I have to write about seven journals, three INTASC write-ups, and various other writing assignments for my ED302 portfolio. I was supposed to turn it in last week, but I completely blanked out. Considering the assignment counts for 40% of our final grade, I thought I was left for dead. My professor is quite forgiving, however, and agreed to let me turn it in next week. I honestly thought I was going to have to drop out of the education program and just shoot for a general mathematics degree. Turns out I might become a high school teacher after all. I now must complete ED351, ED297, and ED361. Additionally, I need MA303, 304, 305, 310 and 319 before I take the 12 hours required for my "student teaching semester". After that, I'm going to try and find some way to stay in school.
I was speaking to a friend of mine the other day who is now engaged to be married in August. I congratulated her, and then she proceeded to tell me these exact words, "It's probably about time to start having kids." I didn't really say much besides, "Oh....far out," but I had that feeling that you might have when an old high school buddy says, "Look man! I just got drafted to go fight in the war!" I mean, if your friend is excited about 'defending his country' and 'serving the greater good,' you might be happy for him (or her), but at the same time you will probably feel highly relieved that you are not in his (or her) shoes. This is how I felt; as if my own decision to refrain from procreating has spared me from a large, unpleasant responsibility.
The radio show has pretty much undergone a massive overhaul. The format, time and name have all changed. We are now "Libertarian Hour". This allows us to discuss politics and religion. We also no longer have a "one topic per show" configuration. We bring on the craziest, most outspoken guests we can find and discuss any political or religious issues that come to mind. Usually we discuss gay marriage and U.S. international relations. I'm trying to get this Wiccan guy to agree to come on the show. He's in his late 20s and highly emotionally disturbed: perfect material for our show!
I have to write about seven journals, three INTASC write-ups, and various other writing assignments for my ED302 portfolio. I was supposed to turn it in last week, but I completely blanked out. Considering the assignment counts for 40% of our final grade, I thought I was left for dead. My professor is quite forgiving, however, and agreed to let me turn it in next week. I honestly thought I was going to have to drop out of the education program and just shoot for a general mathematics degree. Turns out I might become a high school teacher after all. I now must complete ED351, ED297, and ED361. Additionally, I need MA303, 304, 305, 310 and 319 before I take the 12 hours required for my "student teaching semester". After that, I'm going to try and find some way to stay in school.
I was speaking to a friend of mine the other day who is now engaged to be married in August. I congratulated her, and then she proceeded to tell me these exact words, "It's probably about time to start having kids." I didn't really say much besides, "Oh....far out," but I had that feeling that you might have when an old high school buddy says, "Look man! I just got drafted to go fight in the war!" I mean, if your friend is excited about 'defending his country' and 'serving the greater good,' you might be happy for him (or her), but at the same time you will probably feel highly relieved that you are not in his (or her) shoes. This is how I felt; as if my own decision to refrain from procreating has spared me from a large, unpleasant responsibility.