Life and Death

Things go by in a blur and I forget what's happened. I sat to think for a moment about how I should write about what's going on, but couldn't think of anything that'd been going on.

I was almost impaled by a buck's antlers last night. But not really. I went to the gym at my apartment complex, was distracted by some girl who was possibly judging my taste in television, and this resulted in my leaving my mp3 player sitting on the floor there. I went back to get it after my shower and stopped, as I thought I saw someone standing by the main entrance to the leasing office. I kind of did. Except that he was a deer. It was kind of cool to see, but it was cold out, so I didn't linger. I went inside the side door, grabbed my mp3 player and walked out. I peered around the corner to see if he was still there and oh yes, he was. He was startled by a car in the parking lot and started running towards me. "Hoooly shiiiiit," I cried, as I raced towards a corner to get out of his way. He ran off towards some other apartment complex, never to be seen again. By me. Since yesterday.

In more noteworthy news, I turned in my student teaching requests. I drove to Monona on Friday to observe in a 3rd grade classroom and it felt rather right. I may have found The Cooperating Teacher and The Classroom, if she'll have me. Second choice was the 4/5 class at Chavez. Third choice was the ritzy Middleton 5th grade. I think I'd be happy with any of them, but my Monona option would be a dream.

My kindergartners made me laugh yesterday. (Yesterday-- Jesus, I keep thinking that it's Sunday, but really Friday was just yesterday.) I came in a few minutes late, so they were just coming back from lunch as I was taking off my coat and everything. They rushed over to me-- "Hi, Miss S!" they cried. Then I heard about how they liked my hair and my shirt. Was I really so scrubby and bum-like the rest of the time? I think I may have been. It kind of raised my awareness about my own appearance. (Which may be why all of the sugar that I ate today is making me feel extra guilty.)

Joe called me tonight, saying he wasn't drunk. But really he was.

I got a lot of homework done at work today, but I still feel rather unaccomplished. I think just because of my stinking social studies thing that has to be done for Monday that I haven't done and won't have time to do. It's one of those times that it sucks to be a liason, because I should technically have this video uploaded before my class goes to do it so that I can help. I haven't recorded anything, though, and I want whatever I record to be meaningful. I don't know. Blaaaah.

Life's still good, though. School doesn't really matter. My own schooling, at least. I think I've just reached the point where I'm ready to be done and I've really realized how little it matters. I'll still try, and I'll still do the work, but I'm not going to kill myself over it. It's not worth it.