So this is the new year
Obviously I don't mean in a "New Year's Day" sort of sense, as it is April. Rather, this is the first post of 2008 (hopefully the first of many, many more), and as such, deserves a little something special.
I keep forgetting I have this LJ, which is sad; I've been seeking a creative outlet lately, something to help leech all the chaos that occasionally occupies my mind, and I do believe this might just be it. I prefer actual writing, pen and paper, but let's be honest: who has time for that sort of thing in today's hectic world?
Probably plenty of people, actually, but I, unfortunately, am not one of them. At least not right now. Perhaps after December, when I have my degree and can move on with my life. Who am I kidding? Then I'll have the credential program to work through, and then perhaps a masters program, and I'll never be free of school, never never.
Damn.
School does, however, give me a great excuse to settle in at a coffee shop for unspecified periods of time. School makes me look smart. School lets me meet new people who are, for the most part, reasonably intelligent. School provides me with plenty of interesting-looking people to observe and possibly laugh at (with?).
Yes, I'm an awful person. The way I figure it, there are people out there who laugh at me, and so the wheel of karma rolls on.
So much has changed since the last batch of entries.
I've abandoned the oh-so-fascinating world of receptionist-ing.
I only see New Guy when I go visit Philbert for lunch, and I now only have to be vaguely polite.
I teach fifth-grade math part-time.
I keep the books for the school.
I'm five classes away from finishing my sociology degree (finally).
It is very likely that I will have my own classroom in the fall.
Tyler has promised to buy me a plaque that reads "Beware of Attack Teacher."
My folks and I are on almost healthy terms.
My sis and I are doing well. She has now gone four months without some major catastrophe happening to her.
I fall in love with Tyler a little more each day. (It sounds cheesier than Cheetos, but it's actually true.)
I think I'll be joining the Junior League in the fall, which will give me an altruistic outlet in life.
I swear my feet are slowly shrinking.
My hair's a lot longer.
I'm having a love affair with Defense Vitamin Water.
I've already got a few tan lines.
I feel that as I gain more knowledge, I become more and more Machiavellian. It's a little disturbing.
I no longer hate anyone, no matter what I might say in the throes of frustration.
I was disappointed by the last Harry Potter book. I am also glad that I will never again wait in line for a book at 1:00 in the morning.
I not only do all the reading for my classes, but I also do it on time.
Sometimes I even feel self-actualized.
I keep forgetting I have this LJ, which is sad; I've been seeking a creative outlet lately, something to help leech all the chaos that occasionally occupies my mind, and I do believe this might just be it. I prefer actual writing, pen and paper, but let's be honest: who has time for that sort of thing in today's hectic world?
Probably plenty of people, actually, but I, unfortunately, am not one of them. At least not right now. Perhaps after December, when I have my degree and can move on with my life. Who am I kidding? Then I'll have the credential program to work through, and then perhaps a masters program, and I'll never be free of school, never never.
Damn.
School does, however, give me a great excuse to settle in at a coffee shop for unspecified periods of time. School makes me look smart. School lets me meet new people who are, for the most part, reasonably intelligent. School provides me with plenty of interesting-looking people to observe and possibly laugh at (with?).
Yes, I'm an awful person. The way I figure it, there are people out there who laugh at me, and so the wheel of karma rolls on.
So much has changed since the last batch of entries.
I've abandoned the oh-so-fascinating world of receptionist-ing.
I only see New Guy when I go visit Philbert for lunch, and I now only have to be vaguely polite.
I teach fifth-grade math part-time.
I keep the books for the school.
I'm five classes away from finishing my sociology degree (finally).
It is very likely that I will have my own classroom in the fall.
Tyler has promised to buy me a plaque that reads "Beware of Attack Teacher."
My folks and I are on almost healthy terms.
My sis and I are doing well. She has now gone four months without some major catastrophe happening to her.
I fall in love with Tyler a little more each day. (It sounds cheesier than Cheetos, but it's actually true.)
I think I'll be joining the Junior League in the fall, which will give me an altruistic outlet in life.
I swear my feet are slowly shrinking.
My hair's a lot longer.
I'm having a love affair with Defense Vitamin Water.
I've already got a few tan lines.
I feel that as I gain more knowledge, I become more and more Machiavellian. It's a little disturbing.
I no longer hate anyone, no matter what I might say in the throes of frustration.
I was disappointed by the last Harry Potter book. I am also glad that I will never again wait in line for a book at 1:00 in the morning.
I not only do all the reading for my classes, but I also do it on time.
Sometimes I even feel self-actualized.