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dear livejournal,
i've been quiet because i've been working my ass off. i'm trying to turn myself into a "critical thinking and writing" instructor and it's kind of hard. i feel like it takes me so long to get to my point. like there is a lot of rambling. some days are ok and other days i just think i am a gigantic asshole. i still don't have an a&t email address and i can't get on blackboard. i only recently got the pins and logins to access my class list. all of this only adds to the frustration. tomorrow i am camping out at HR and i am not leaving until i have an email address.
also, the ways in which a&t reminds of americorps-- kaleidoscope at lakeview, the summer program at valley view, the public schools, the weird trainings. it's all coming back. only this time my kids are 18 instead of 8 and there's no betsy banks to organize the show.
one of the poems that was published last january in washington sqaure, "what places, things" is going to be published again in Best New Poets 2007. this is big news and this is great news. but the nicest part is that i think my dad is even more excited than me. he found the website on his own and printed out the description of the book and the list of 2007 poets and posted it on his bulletin board of important announcements at work. once again, my mom doesn't really get what it means.
also got my copies of the greensboro review in the mail last week. i had forgotten that the journal was supposed to come out soon, so it was kind of exciting to open my mailbox and see it there. i am a good news junkie.
less attractive news i totally threw up at a party on saturday night. it was a real nancy drew mystery because i am not a puker. i am a passer-outer. anyway, my nausea and my embarrassment duked it out on sunday to see which could make me feel worse and then it occurred to me: my birth control. i started taking bc last month for the first time and was really nauseous the each night during my period. my period started on saturday. i went to a party. i threw up for the third time ever at said party. it had to be the combination of my period, the bc and the whiskey. it's the only thing that makes sense. and that makes me feel a little bit better about myself.
on the whole bc subject: i just don't know. i'm pleased that i don't need to buy condoms anymore and feel relatively confident that i'm not going to end up pregnant; however, the little changes brought on by the birth control really kind of irritate me. i'm not gaining weight on it, thank goodness. but without getting too detailed let me just say it's like this: i've spent the last 15 some years monitoring my body and figuring out what happens when and what means what. and now, all that has gone ever so slightly off course. i don't like it. i also don't like vomitting at parties. whatever.
i've been quiet because i've been working my ass off. i'm trying to turn myself into a "critical thinking and writing" instructor and it's kind of hard. i feel like it takes me so long to get to my point. like there is a lot of rambling. some days are ok and other days i just think i am a gigantic asshole. i still don't have an a&t email address and i can't get on blackboard. i only recently got the pins and logins to access my class list. all of this only adds to the frustration. tomorrow i am camping out at HR and i am not leaving until i have an email address.
also, the ways in which a&t reminds of americorps-- kaleidoscope at lakeview, the summer program at valley view, the public schools, the weird trainings. it's all coming back. only this time my kids are 18 instead of 8 and there's no betsy banks to organize the show.
one of the poems that was published last january in washington sqaure, "what places, things" is going to be published again in Best New Poets 2007. this is big news and this is great news. but the nicest part is that i think my dad is even more excited than me. he found the website on his own and printed out the description of the book and the list of 2007 poets and posted it on his bulletin board of important announcements at work. once again, my mom doesn't really get what it means.
also got my copies of the greensboro review in the mail last week. i had forgotten that the journal was supposed to come out soon, so it was kind of exciting to open my mailbox and see it there. i am a good news junkie.
less attractive news i totally threw up at a party on saturday night. it was a real nancy drew mystery because i am not a puker. i am a passer-outer. anyway, my nausea and my embarrassment duked it out on sunday to see which could make me feel worse and then it occurred to me: my birth control. i started taking bc last month for the first time and was really nauseous the each night during my period. my period started on saturday. i went to a party. i threw up for the third time ever at said party. it had to be the combination of my period, the bc and the whiskey. it's the only thing that makes sense. and that makes me feel a little bit better about myself.
on the whole bc subject: i just don't know. i'm pleased that i don't need to buy condoms anymore and feel relatively confident that i'm not going to end up pregnant; however, the little changes brought on by the birth control really kind of irritate me. i'm not gaining weight on it, thank goodness. but without getting too detailed let me just say it's like this: i've spent the last 15 some years monitoring my body and figuring out what happens when and what means what. and now, all that has gone ever so slightly off course. i don't like it. i also don't like vomitting at parties. whatever.