Lamer me.
Yesterday I cleaned the apartment, with a little help from my lovely assistant/roommate, . It is looking much better. I also ripped up all but three credit card offers. Given how many I’ve collected, I nearly have a blister on my thumb solely from the ripping process. This is way more advance prep than I’ve made more than 24 hours in advance for any move.
Then I skipped out on pre-arranged gaming time with Andrew and Trevor to show the apartment to a dude who never showed, and a last minute add-on who hasn’t called back (this was the lamer part) and I didn’t keep them informed, doh. I suspect I’ll be paying the $1,200 over the course of the summer, which blows, but so it goes.
I had another grappling with anxiety this morning, and confusion about where I want to be in life. Chatting with on monday, I started thinking seriously about teaching again. This may also be because I ran across my CBEST (California Basic Educational Skills Test) results while cleaning. The most appealing work I’ve envisioned for myself after I’m done here has been teaching at a community college. And if that seems inspirational, then something is definitely wrong. Though, I suppose if I want to go where the need is greatest, my talents are well matched, I have some experience, and I would enjoy my work, I could certainly do worse. I think I may be a bit [a lot] too caught up in the romance of the ‘save the world’ idea. And not attending enough to my personal needs.
Sorry I can’t make your last night on the town- have a great time!!!
No worries, but definitely check out udupi cafe if you haven’t already. I think Brent was convinced of the location’s quality.
Ahh…the CBEST…..nothing like being asked to write a 3 paragraph essay about your favorite food to make you feel qualified to work with the young.
Teaching has its perks, and you don’t save the world, you save one fucked up person at a time (not so much at the community college level where they want to be there).
Yeah, my three paragraph essays were about education policy. That was kind of fun, if we ignore the worry that perhaps they screen us out based not just on the compositional factors, but also on the content.
I rather like the idea of working with the willing. Kids who are there because the law/their parents make them have got to be a huge drag. Alot of the kids in community college aren’t there for a good reason either. But that’s another story.