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I'm so just sitting here waiting for work to call. Well actually, I'm sitting here hoping hardcore that they don't. I'm so sick of chasing them down; they can bloody well come to me when they've gotten around to changing my schedule. Until then, I'm assuming everything is as it was, which means I have today and tomorrow off.
God, I love school. I'd forgotten how I loved school. School kicks work's ass. So far I've had Spanish and Survey of Children With Special Needs, which is basically an overview of the causes and characteristics of children with various disabilities, how to deal, &co., and tonight I have Child Psychology, which I can't wait for. Dude? I wore a skirt yesterday. With impractical high heels. At work I teeter on the brink of just not giving a shit and slapping on some orthopedic slippers and a pair of stirrup pants, but at school I totally have the freedom to dress as uncomfortably as I like. And makeup! I can wear makeup without it melting directly off of my face and onto the floor! (work is hot and full of steam and I'm running back and forth all day, so it's kind of like putting on mascara before running a 10k.) God, how odd I've become. I used to totally love school because I didn't have to care, I could (and did) totally come to class in pajamas and bedhead; now I'm totally excited that I can care without being fucking miserable and uncomfortable all day. And I don't have to smile if I don't want to!
12:10. I think they would have called by now if they wanted me in at 1. I MAY BE SAFE.
Can't get over how psyched I am about school, still. School makes me feel like all is not lost, even if it kind of really is. I feel like a better person when I'm in school. The brain-atrophy this summer has been really striking; I've gotten so used to sort of switching myself off to deal with work and life that it's now kind of an uncomfortable chore to switch myself back on. So yeah, YAY @ SKR00L and stuff. In conclusion, I think I will order Chinese.