I never use this.
Being engulfed in real life applications of my course of study has made college seem almost, dare I say it, worthwhile. Between BOCES and all this certification test prep, I am an ed majoring machine as of late. Of course, once I graduate and pass all these exams is when the real test begins. I probably won't teach forever. I thrive off my own misery sometimes though, so who knows.
It seems like all I can think about is May 2010... then and what comes next. The plan changes every day, each plan more tentative than the last. I wish I could photocopy myself and try out each one to figure out which one is best. The future is trembling but sure.
I want want want to write this book, but I change it too much for it to ever be finished. Maybe if I'm lucky, my great great grand-daughter will find some version of it and publish it after I'm dead. Ironically, her name will probably be Chrystal or Amber or some other skanky female name I loathe, and I'll have to be associated with her stupid name eternally from the grave. It will also be the version I like the least. I am more sure of these things than of my ability to finish the damn book.
My class found four tiny kittens outside in a bush at BOCES today. I hate cats. We put them in a box with an old fleece. They hissed at my kids. I hate cats. Many people claimed they were cute. There were two gray ones and two black ones, and they all had blue eyes. Anyone interested in adopting them should contact the Warwick Humane Society, as that's where we sent them. I cannot guarantee that they are nice or disease-free, but I'm sure the Humane Society can. After you adopt them, don't invite me over. I hate cats.
I think I've been holding my breath since 2003.
It seems like all I can think about is May 2010... then and what comes next. The plan changes every day, each plan more tentative than the last. I wish I could photocopy myself and try out each one to figure out which one is best. The future is trembling but sure.
I want want want to write this book, but I change it too much for it to ever be finished. Maybe if I'm lucky, my great great grand-daughter will find some version of it and publish it after I'm dead. Ironically, her name will probably be Chrystal or Amber or some other skanky female name I loathe, and I'll have to be associated with her stupid name eternally from the grave. It will also be the version I like the least. I am more sure of these things than of my ability to finish the damn book.
My class found four tiny kittens outside in a bush at BOCES today. I hate cats. We put them in a box with an old fleece. They hissed at my kids. I hate cats. Many people claimed they were cute. There were two gray ones and two black ones, and they all had blue eyes. Anyone interested in adopting them should contact the Warwick Humane Society, as that's where we sent them. I cannot guarantee that they are nice or disease-free, but I'm sure the Humane Society can. After you adopt them, don't invite me over. I hate cats.
I think I've been holding my breath since 2003.