All last year I remember telling myself that I really missed working some job that didn't make me feel socially responsible-- like slinging coffee for example.
Well, right now I am doing exactly that. And I don't feel socially responsible for anything. And I hate it so much. I guess that it is "easier" to make espresso drinks for people than to struggle with poverty in the public schools. But only "easier" in that I don't cry for the whole world while I do it.
I do, however, tend to
hate the whole world while I do it. I even kind of like making legitimate espresso drinks-- like lattes, mochas, cappaccino, etc. It is the stupid, fatty, dumb shakes and smoothies I can't stand. And I can't stand the people who order them (although they are delicious and I drink them sometimes). They make so much noise and mess and there is chocolate splatter and goo on me--
Enough of that. It should suffice to say that I will be happy when I am doing this less and teaching more.
I have been a terrible blogger. Please forgive me.
Things are a little crazy. I am officially
not going to the Bay. It seems like yesterday that I said I
was officially going. But no. Not.
So I am looking for an apartment. A difficult task for a girl with a shady credit history and 138 different addresses in five years. Well, maybe a slight exaggeration, but just slight. But I will trust in the powers that be and hope for the perfect place.
I do have a job right here near Chapel Hill. I'll be teaching eighth-grade language arts again. So this first year teacher will be a second year teacher and you will all be treated to more and more stories about how children irriate and abuse me. I am very excited, though. This year, I get to be inside the building instead of in a trailer and I don't have to go to quite as many mind-numbingly boring meetings about behavior management. Yay for me.