It grows back, eh?
I am finally done with my first round of report cards--glory hallelujah! (if a week past the due date--civil disobedience to prove the point that I am being overworked.)
My neighborhood is kinda scary at night. I have heard gun shots two Friday nights in a row now. At least this week I didn't here the fighting, yelling and pleading and screaming, too.
There is also a neighbor of mine who likes to sit outside and talk on the phone (loudly, mixed with the most witch-like laugh you have ever heard). I can't get part of one of her conversations I overheard out of my head. "I'll fucking eat Ramen for the rest of my life! I don't care. The kids can Fuckin' starve for all I care! I don't care!! (drawn out witch laugh)." Real creepy.
Sometimes I feel as out of place here as I project the angelic white cat that gets tethered to the stairs across the way on a series of leashes during the daylight hours feels. Oh, and it's a good thing I am not superstitious, because a little black cat found it's way into my apartment Halloween afternoon while I was in the bathroom.
I have seen big dumpsters with American flags on them before and on the way back from church today I noticed a dumpster that says All American Waste. "That's exactly right!" I said to myself, "Only Americans are wasteful enough to fill dumpsters that big!" Bleh.
I got my hair cut. I really don't think I am sexist or racist but I would like to note that my hair was cut by a black man. I have never had my hair cut by a man or somebody who was not white. New experiences all the time here, I tell you. Not that it was all that different from any other haircut I have had--it wasn't. I was not happy that the back had to be shaved for the style I wanted to be achieved (shorter in the back than front) but I was very done with the asymmetrical cut. It grows back, eh?
This week I am having a meeting/chat with my boss. Hopefully together we can come up with a plan to keep me from getting burnt out and hating or quitting my job. Basically, I think we need more volunteers to do the un-skilled/trained tasks I (or other staff people) have to do. Right now it's like homeschooling 35 kids who are not mine (or even from a similar background as me). Pretty impossible. Pray some things get better soon.
And in other news, I am madly in love with Neal Henry Vellema.
My neighborhood is kinda scary at night. I have heard gun shots two Friday nights in a row now. At least this week I didn't here the fighting, yelling and pleading and screaming, too.
There is also a neighbor of mine who likes to sit outside and talk on the phone (loudly, mixed with the most witch-like laugh you have ever heard). I can't get part of one of her conversations I overheard out of my head. "I'll fucking eat Ramen for the rest of my life! I don't care. The kids can Fuckin' starve for all I care! I don't care!! (drawn out witch laugh)." Real creepy.
Sometimes I feel as out of place here as I project the angelic white cat that gets tethered to the stairs across the way on a series of leashes during the daylight hours feels. Oh, and it's a good thing I am not superstitious, because a little black cat found it's way into my apartment Halloween afternoon while I was in the bathroom.
I have seen big dumpsters with American flags on them before and on the way back from church today I noticed a dumpster that says All American Waste. "That's exactly right!" I said to myself, "Only Americans are wasteful enough to fill dumpsters that big!" Bleh.
I got my hair cut. I really don't think I am sexist or racist but I would like to note that my hair was cut by a black man. I have never had my hair cut by a man or somebody who was not white. New experiences all the time here, I tell you. Not that it was all that different from any other haircut I have had--it wasn't. I was not happy that the back had to be shaved for the style I wanted to be achieved (shorter in the back than front) but I was very done with the asymmetrical cut. It grows back, eh?
This week I am having a meeting/chat with my boss. Hopefully together we can come up with a plan to keep me from getting burnt out and hating or quitting my job. Basically, I think we need more volunteers to do the un-skilled/trained tasks I (or other staff people) have to do. Right now it's like homeschooling 35 kids who are not mine (or even from a similar background as me). Pretty impossible. Pray some things get better soon.
And in other news, I am madly in love with Neal Henry Vellema.