First Year Teacher
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I spent the weekend in Chapel Hill. Karoke kicked all kinds of bootie and we had fun attempting to go bowling...even though we didn't quite succeed.
What I am finding is that spring in North Carolina is really beautiful. The trees all around are in very Eastery shades...all this really wonderful yellow and pink and red. I never understood why those were Easter colors...we just don't get that in California. But it is really pretty.
I am being easily convinced to maybe spend my summer in North Carolina. For one, I think I can get a job a little easier and save some money. Also, I may be able to relax a little more out here. I think I really need to chill out before starting another year of teaching.
And what is to become of "First Year Teacher" next year when I am no longer one? Do I just keep this blog? What should I do, I wonder?
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It's official!
I'll be blogging from the East Bay in California this time next year (knock-knock)!
Not only am I officially going back to the bay, I am probably going to be placed Oakland!
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To all the blog readers who I know and maybe don't know yet:
There will be much karoke madness occuring this Thursday night. Come out with us and watch me come alive on the stage.
No, really. Let's all go to karoke and sing cheesy (but wonderful) songs to each other!
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Alright, those that know me well understand that I am a bit...oh, attention span challenged, let's say. But let me tell you all about how I want to poke my own eyes out right now.
I just finished watching "About Schmidt" with 'ol Jack (whom I don't like and almost can't stand looking at, but I have Netflix, so I am watching almost anything that enters my field of vision). It started out okay and sad...I don't mind a little of that.
But COME ON! Is anyone with me on this? It was just sad and then depressing and then heart-breaking and then sad again. I finished the movie wanted to call everyone I know and force them to promise me that I wouldn't ever be old and alone. Could I get a little glimmer of hope? Sorry to anyone who hasn't seen the movie. But was little Ndago supposed to be the hope? Cause he got his eye fixed? No way does that bring the mood up from hours of depressing waste of a whole life.
And I do mean HOURS. How long was this thing? It wouldn't end! And I couldn't turn it off because I was so depressed and I thought there might be some hope at the end and I didn't want to not see it. But there wasn't!
Ugh. Enough of me.