being a grown-up is boring
it's a little unsettling to be hungover at one in the am. hungover is not quite the right word. still, had three daiquiris (sp??) in about 45 minutes this afternoon with coworkers, after which i went home and slept for 6 hours only to wake up feeling shitty.
happy hour with coworkers....never quite sure what to think about it. it's fun and entertaining and i enjoy socializing with these people, but, it's not like i'm really close to them, like i would even call them friends. once i start drinking, though, i usually end up sharing personal stuff. we all do. never very much, but just enough that afterward i wonder if i should have shared.
oh, elise, leave it to you to make me start thinking about all sorts of stuff i haven't thought about in a long time. months and months. i suppose my life seen through my livejournal would look like it consists just of me wallowing in the squalor of the accident and its aftermath. i think for a while my journal became the place where i did a lot of my hardcore processing of the accident and now, it seems like that's all it should be for. i post random stuff here occasionally, but, not very often do i share what else is going on in my life. i suppose i should, because there is a lot else that goes on.
but this is how i know i'm getting older. my life is not nearly as exciting as it once was. i sleep as late as possible every morning, take a quick shower, put on deodorant, put gel on my hair, brush my teeth, get dressed, take my dog out, and hurriedly grab something for breakfast, or at least some change to get something from a vending machine or the school cafeteria. i spend the first two periods of my day in a 6th grade math class, mostly watching the teacher teach but sometimes actually working with kids and trying to help them understand how to change fractions to decimals and percents or something like that. third period i go to an eighth grade math classroom where i try and prove to apathetic eighth graders that math, and their teacher, is not all bad and that some adults (like me) remember what it was like to be in eighth grade and can be a little bit cool sometimes. for the first 12 weeks of the year i spent 4th and 5th period in a resource class, which is kids who are in 6th, 7th, and 8th grade but due to a disability or many can olny do 3rd through 5th grade level math. after 5th period i go home to eat lunch, let my dog out, chekc livejournal and myspace, take a nap, read a book, or whatever, until it's time to head back to work for 7th and 8th period where i rotate between three different 6th grade math classrooms.
about ten minutes before the bell rings to dismiss school, i change into my boys and girls club staff t-shirt and then spend the next two and a half hours telling kids to spit out their gum or stop running, signing them up to play pool, or signing them up for one of two tournaments i'm having that day among the pool tables, foosball tables, the air hockey table, and the ping pong table. then i yell all afternoon for this kid or that kid to come play in the tournament or play pool. lately we've been getting into pretty exciting games of hangman. sometimes i play connect 4, sometimes mancala. sometimes i just sit in a chair, exhausted from herding kids all day. at 6pm the kids go home, we put everything away and wash dishes, and usually between 6:15 and 6:30 i finally head home.
i feed and water and walk my dog, eat dinner, play on livejournal or myspace or check my email, study physics and biology and chemistry in prep for the mcat in 5 months, read harry potter or patricia cornwell or some escapist fantasy lit i found in our school library, watch medium or CSI or the sopranos on dvd. i love on my dog, go to the grocery store, go workout, go to walmart, go do laundry.
and this is my life most days. it's really pretty boring, although i am somewhat content some of the time. and i don't ever think much about posting my day to day life. i suppose mentally there is always a lot more going on than what i physically do each day, but, after almost 12 hours with kids every day, i'm pretty worn out and don't have the time and energy to pontificate on all sorts of subjects like i did when i was in college. what energy i do have left i attempt to pour into studying for the mcat. on weekends i sometimes hang out with friends, study, watch rugby games, study, watch dvds i've rented from netflix, sleep, play with my dog, go to parks or go hiking, and study. every once in a while i attempt to really clean my apartment and put everything away, but, it never really works.
and anyway, just for pure fun, i prefer myspace to livejournal these days anyway. livejournal will always be supreme, IMO, because you actually write and read what other people write and that just seems a much better form of communicating than figuring out how to make your myspace page play sublime or how to have the latest sports illustrated swimsuit model as your background. and i meet a lot of girls on myspace, which is always encouraging. boys too! must admit, i'm not quite as excited about meeting them as i am the girls.
there's a more serious post coming about all the things just having elise pop back into my life brings up, not to mention the specific things she said that i intend to respond to. in the meantime, i have to go back to bed so that i can be be prepared because i have to go underground into caves with 50 boys and girls club members tomorrow. wish me luck.
happy hour with coworkers....never quite sure what to think about it. it's fun and entertaining and i enjoy socializing with these people, but, it's not like i'm really close to them, like i would even call them friends. once i start drinking, though, i usually end up sharing personal stuff. we all do. never very much, but just enough that afterward i wonder if i should have shared.
oh, elise, leave it to you to make me start thinking about all sorts of stuff i haven't thought about in a long time. months and months. i suppose my life seen through my livejournal would look like it consists just of me wallowing in the squalor of the accident and its aftermath. i think for a while my journal became the place where i did a lot of my hardcore processing of the accident and now, it seems like that's all it should be for. i post random stuff here occasionally, but, not very often do i share what else is going on in my life. i suppose i should, because there is a lot else that goes on.
but this is how i know i'm getting older. my life is not nearly as exciting as it once was. i sleep as late as possible every morning, take a quick shower, put on deodorant, put gel on my hair, brush my teeth, get dressed, take my dog out, and hurriedly grab something for breakfast, or at least some change to get something from a vending machine or the school cafeteria. i spend the first two periods of my day in a 6th grade math class, mostly watching the teacher teach but sometimes actually working with kids and trying to help them understand how to change fractions to decimals and percents or something like that. third period i go to an eighth grade math classroom where i try and prove to apathetic eighth graders that math, and their teacher, is not all bad and that some adults (like me) remember what it was like to be in eighth grade and can be a little bit cool sometimes. for the first 12 weeks of the year i spent 4th and 5th period in a resource class, which is kids who are in 6th, 7th, and 8th grade but due to a disability or many can olny do 3rd through 5th grade level math. after 5th period i go home to eat lunch, let my dog out, chekc livejournal and myspace, take a nap, read a book, or whatever, until it's time to head back to work for 7th and 8th period where i rotate between three different 6th grade math classrooms.
about ten minutes before the bell rings to dismiss school, i change into my boys and girls club staff t-shirt and then spend the next two and a half hours telling kids to spit out their gum or stop running, signing them up to play pool, or signing them up for one of two tournaments i'm having that day among the pool tables, foosball tables, the air hockey table, and the ping pong table. then i yell all afternoon for this kid or that kid to come play in the tournament or play pool. lately we've been getting into pretty exciting games of hangman. sometimes i play connect 4, sometimes mancala. sometimes i just sit in a chair, exhausted from herding kids all day. at 6pm the kids go home, we put everything away and wash dishes, and usually between 6:15 and 6:30 i finally head home.
i feed and water and walk my dog, eat dinner, play on livejournal or myspace or check my email, study physics and biology and chemistry in prep for the mcat in 5 months, read harry potter or patricia cornwell or some escapist fantasy lit i found in our school library, watch medium or CSI or the sopranos on dvd. i love on my dog, go to the grocery store, go workout, go to walmart, go do laundry.
and this is my life most days. it's really pretty boring, although i am somewhat content some of the time. and i don't ever think much about posting my day to day life. i suppose mentally there is always a lot more going on than what i physically do each day, but, after almost 12 hours with kids every day, i'm pretty worn out and don't have the time and energy to pontificate on all sorts of subjects like i did when i was in college. what energy i do have left i attempt to pour into studying for the mcat. on weekends i sometimes hang out with friends, study, watch rugby games, study, watch dvds i've rented from netflix, sleep, play with my dog, go to parks or go hiking, and study. every once in a while i attempt to really clean my apartment and put everything away, but, it never really works.
and anyway, just for pure fun, i prefer myspace to livejournal these days anyway. livejournal will always be supreme, IMO, because you actually write and read what other people write and that just seems a much better form of communicating than figuring out how to make your myspace page play sublime or how to have the latest sports illustrated swimsuit model as your background. and i meet a lot of girls on myspace, which is always encouraging. boys too! must admit, i'm not quite as excited about meeting them as i am the girls.
there's a more serious post coming about all the things just having elise pop back into my life brings up, not to mention the specific things she said that i intend to respond to. in the meantime, i have to go back to bed so that i can be be prepared because i have to go underground into caves with 50 boys and girls club members tomorrow. wish me luck.