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Because I am feeling uncreative about what to write these days, I present another little meme.  I saw this one over at Miss Hass' blog and thought it was cool in a sort of voyeuristic way.  There are people you think you know, people you know pretty well, and people you know everything about, but I bet most of the things in this meme are not things you would know about anyone but your own family, although they are some of the most mundane things -- the kind of things you never pay attention to, but which really do tell you something interesting about people.  Enjoy this proverbial peep through my windows.  Does anything here surprise you?

What kind of soap is in your bathtub right now?

I just finished a bar of soap this morning and have not yet replaced it.  I have a whole basket of soaps in my bathroom and am undecided about what to use next.  I am considering Milk soap from Whole Foods, or else this delightful Lemongrass and Chamomile soap that I got at Christmas.

Do you have any watermelon in your refrigerator?

No, and why would I?  I live by myself, and it's not July.

What would you change about your living room?

I really like my living room, actually.  It's purple and red, which are my favorite colors.  There is a lot of velvet in my living room.  I also have a piano, which thrills me to no end.  The only bad thing about it is that it is located at the front corner of the house which means it is a full six feet from traffic noise and sometimes it is drafty because I have a mail slot in the front door.  And I've been sort of hesitant about my chandelier ever since my sister insulted it.  I covered the bulbs with these paper shades to which I glued multicolored beaded fringe that I thought looked so cute.  She said it looked like a lamp from a whorehouse.  My question is, HOW WOULD SHE KNOW?

Are the dishes in your dishwasher clean or dirty?

I don't have a dishwasher, which means the dishes in my sink are usually dirty.

What's in your fridge?

Milk, orange juice, a bottle of Martinelli's, some ginger ale, my Brita pitcher, pizza sauce, yogurt, string cheese, Gruyére, mozarella with sun-dried tomato and basil, deli turkey, raisin bread, eggs, fruit salad, applesauce, apples, baby carrots, celery, fresh salsa, minced garlic, ketchup, mustard, relish, barbecue sauce, Miracle Whip, Salsa Lizano, apple butter, lime curd, Annie's Naturals Goddess dressing, Annie's Naturals Shiitake and Sesame Vinaigrette, butter, tooth whitening gel, spare batteries, and a box of Arm & Hammer.

What is on top of your refrigerator?

Cookbooks, a box of recipe cards, my roasting pan, and an onion.

White or wheat bread?

Wheat for sandwiches and raisin bread for toast.  I'm not a big bread person in general, though.

What color or design is your shower curtain?

Multicolored stripes, with a clear plastic horizontal panel at eye level so you can see out.

How many plants are in your home?

One philodendron.  It has lived with me for about six months without dying.  This is amazing.

Is your bed made right now?

Yes.  I don't like getting into an unmade bed.

Comet or Soft Scrub?

Old Dutch cleanser.

Is your closet organized?

Yes. Shelves on the left contain my purses and sweaters, which are in storage containers with little cedar balls to keep the moths out.  Then from left to right I have jackets, dressy shirts (satins and velvets and that kind of thing), button shirts (short sleeved, then 3/4 sleeved, then long sleeved), dress pants, short skirts, long skirts, short dresses, long dresses, one suit, and one spring trench coat which is lavender and looks kind of like a medical lab coat but I love it and can't get rid of it yet even though I haven't worn it in a couple of years.  My shoes are on the floor on a shoe rack.  Also, all my hangers must face the same way and all like items are hanging the same way on those hangers.

Can you describe your flashlight?

I bought a pack of two, which are both grey and red.  The smaller one is in my nightstand and the larger one has a heavy-duty magnet so it hangs on the side of my refrigerator.

Do you drink out of glass or plastic most of the time at home?

A Nalgene bottle for water, and if I drink something else, it goes in a glass.

Do you have iced tea made in a pitcher right now?

No.  Ew.

If you have a garage, is it cluttered?

I don't have a garage, but I do have a little vestibule between my kitchen door and the back door, and I recently bought one of those chrome shelving racks that has a shelf each for my food storage, painting supplies, appliances that don't fit in my tiny kitchen, extra boxes and bags, and sports equipment.  For a week or so after erecting the shelves, I would periodically open the kitchen door and just stare happily at the organized little corner.  Would someone please find me a boyfriend so I can stop spending my evenings staring at my organized vestibule?

Curtains or blinds?

I vastly prefer blinds.  Although I do have some fun multicolored patchwork curtains in my living room that remind me of stained glass.

How many pillows do you sleep with?

Two.

Do you sleep with any lights on at night?

Two night lights. One in the kitchen and one in the bathroom.

How often do you vacuum?

Whenever the house needs it, which isn't often since I'm rarely there and don't have much carpet.  I sweep much more frequently.

What color is your toothbrush?

White and green handle with blue bristles.

Do you have a welcome mat on your front porch?

I don't have a front porch, just a stoop.  The stoop has a mat, but it doesn't say welcome.  I have a new mat for the back door (which is the door I use most).  It has this cute little lawn gnome resting under a mushroom.

What is in your oven right now? 

One oven rack and an oven thermometer.

Is there anything under your bed?

The window fan I use in the summertime.

What chore do you hate doing the most?

Anything that involves paper -- grading, filing, paying bills, sorting the mail, etc.

What retro items are in your home?

Basically everything I own.  All my furniture, with the exception of a papasan chair, my piano, a butcher block cart in the kitchen, and those chrome shelves in the vestibule are either secondhand, antiques, or hand-me-downs from friends or family.  I like the quality of older things, I like that they have a history, and I like the quirky, mismatched look they bring to my house.  The house was built in 1843 so it all sort of works in a house like that.

Do you have a separate room that you use as an office?

Yes, and I LOVE IT!  That was a non-negotiable when I was looking for my own place.  I need my bedroom to be a paper-free haven.

How many mirrors are in your house?

Six.  Small, dark rooms look bigger and brighter that way.

What color are your walls?

Royal Plum in the living room, Peapod Green in the dining room, Sunflower Yellow in the kitchen, Ladybug Red in my bedroom, and the office, spare room, and bathroom are white.  I LOVE that my landlords let me paint!

Do you keep any kind of protection weapons in your home?

No.  Unless you are a stalker or robber, or other type of creep who happens to know where I live, in which case the answer is an uzi and a pitbull.  And a very scary Hell's Angel boyfriend.

What does your home smell like right now?

I don't know.  Me?

Favorite candle smell?

I like fruity candles.  Vanilla is OK.  I can't stand anything with cinnamon in it.

What kind of pickles are in your refrigerator right now?

Just relish.

What color is your favorite bible?

My English one is burgundy, my Spanish one is red, and my Portuguese one is black.

Ever been on your roof?

No, but if the damn squirrels keep running around and mating on my roof in the middle of the night, I will go out there with my uzi and pitbull and take care of them once and for all.

Do you own a stereo?

Yes, but a CD recently got stuck in it and I can't fix it.  I listen to my iPod on the dock a lot, though.

How many tv's do you have?

Two.  One that I watch movies on, and another that my sister and brother-in-law passed on to me that is sitting in a corner because I get no channels so I have no reason to plug it in at the moment.

How many house phones?

None, just a cell.

Do you have a housekeeper?

Seriously?

What style do you decorate in?

I like bright colors and I like mismatched old things and stuff I bring back from my travels. 

Do you like solid colors in furniture, or prints?

Solid.  You can make a tan couch work in any room.  And I like wood for pretty much everything else.  Then I can paint the walls whatever color I want and when I get sick of it, it's a lot cheaper to change.

Is there a smoke detector in your home?

Yes, 3 of them.  And I just changed the batteries!  Go, me!

In case of fire, what are the items in your house which you'd grab if you could only make one quick trip?

My journals, photos, and laptop.  They're the record of my life.  Everything else is replaceable.

Posted on Friday, 25 January 2008 at 06:20 PM in Memes, Talking About Myself Again | Permalink | Comments (1)

I have been looking forward to this moment for five years.

Pages: 113

Paragraphs: 434

Lines: 2,530

Words: 29,840

Characters (with spaces): 188,936

Being able to finally say that I have officially turned a complete draft of my Master's thesis in to my committee chair for editing:  PRICELESS.

Posted on Tuesday, 24 July 2007 at 06:40 AM in Gratitude, Talking About Myself Again | Permalink | Comments (4)

Three Things

Three Things That Scare Me:

  1. bats
  2. the future
  3. not being good enough

Three People Who Make Me Laugh:

  1. Conan O'Brien
  2. Bill Bryson
  3. my family

Three Things I Love:

  1. old school PacMan and Tetris
  2. sunflowers
  3. traveling

Three Things I Hate/Severely Dislike:

  1. when people spell things wrong on purpose to be cute, or when people who can't spell don't use spell check, or when people think that spell check will catch problems like their/there/they're -- basically, crappy spelling really bugs me!
  2. feeling misunderstood
  3. cinnamon buns (actually, anything with that sickeningly strong cinnamon smell)

Three Things I Don’t Understand:

  1. time management
  2. bigotry
  3. males' obsession with physical attractiveness, and how otherwise intelligent, spiritual, together men can turn into rude, immature, base horndogs at the sight of a huge rack -- and how they don't seem to realize (or care) when it's fake, and that most women do not naturally look like Pamela Anderson, AND that so many of these same males are not particularly attractive themselves, yet they all think they deserve a woman that gravity-defyingly hot and see no problem with holding women to a much higher standard than the one to which they hold themselves.  This all makes zero sense to me.  (Whew... That's been waiting to spew out for a while now.)

Three Things On My Desk:

  1. my Nalgene bottle, full of water
  2. lots of piles of paper, books, and files
  3. an hourglass that a glassblower friend in Brazil made me

Three Things I’m Doing Right Now:

  1. blogging
  2. enjoying the sunlight and the breeze coming through my window
  3. taking a break from writing my thesis

Three Things I Want To Do Before I Die:

  1. get married and have kids
  2. drive the Panamerican highway
  3. ride the rails in a boxcar

Three Things I Can Do:

  1. speak three languages fluently
  2. play the piano
  3. cut hair

Three Things I Struggle to Do:

  1. math
  2. lose weight
  3. keep deadlines, whether I set them myself or they're imposed on me

Three Things I Think You Should Listen To:

  1. music that speaks to you, regardless of the genre, its age, or its degree of popularity
  2. people who have your best interests at heart
  3. your conscience

Three Things You Should Never Listen To:

  1. people who have a selfish agenda
  2. people who tell you it's not possible
  3. your own fears (easier said than done, I know!)

Three Things I’d Like To Learn:

  1. Japanese
  2. drums
  3. how to drive a motorcycle

Three Favorite Foods:

  1. ice cream
  2. potatoes, any style
  3. rice and beans

Three Shows I Watched As A Kid:

  1. Sesame Street
  2. Little House on the Prairie
  3. The Cosby Show

Three Shows I Watched As A Teenager:

  1. My So-Called Life
  2. Beverly Hills, 90210
  3. Saturday Night Live

Three Shows I Watch Now:

  1. American Idol
  2. Lost
  3. What Not To Wear (and everything else on TLC)

Three Things I Regret:

  1. lost friendships
  2. not finishing my thesis sooner
  3. all the times I've done or said something hurtful to someone else and not realized it

Posted on Sunday, 22 July 2007 at 05:53 PM in Memes, Reflections, Talking About Myself Again | Permalink | Comments (1)

Princess Grace

Someone on a website I frequent mentioned today that her children had just watched the Alfred Hitchcock classic, "Rear Window," and thought it was retarded.  I weep for these children.

The comment made me think about just how much I enjoy movies with Jimmy Stewart in them.  Find me a sweeter, more likeable everyman anywhere.  It can't be done.  If you can believably win over Grace Kelly and get her to burglarize your neighbor's apartment, and wear capri pants and read  Beyond the High Himalayas, then you have my undying affection.

So enchanted was I with "Rear Window" as a kid that I modeled my junior prom dress after the dress Grace Kelly wears in the movie when she brings Jimmy Stewart dinner from 21, except that my velvet and feathers were deep green, and I wore green velvet ballet slippers.  Also, I was probably at least twice as classy.  Those eyebrows, that tongue, those finger guns... Beat THAT with the sophistication stick!

Grace KellyGrace_kelly_2, 1954      
Me, 1994
Junior_prom_grace_kelly_dress

Posted on Friday, 20 July 2007 at 05:06 PM in Reflections, Talking About Myself Again | Permalink | Comments (0)

Inspiration

So, ever since my last post I have been looking for something to say that will move that whining down the page a little bit.  Curiously, posting about all the reasons I have to NOT write has caused me to reflect on all the other reasons I have TO write.  Yesterday's lesson during our women's meeting at church provided me with an idea.  The lesson was on gratitude -- on not just being thankful for the obvious, big blessings were have (food, shelter, family, job), but on all the little things that make life more comfortable, more pleasant, and more fun.  And also on finding reasons to be grateful for challenges and annoyances, which could easily have turned into a horrible cliché but, thankfully (HA!) didn't.

To begin the lesson, the teacher had us number 1-7 on a little piece of paper, and we were to write down the first thing that came to mind when she named a category.  After writing something down for each category, she had us label each item with a letter, which turned out to be the first letters of the days of the week.  Her suggestion to us was that each day of the coming week, we focus on the assigned item throughout the day and find something about it that we can be grateful for.  We never shared the items out loud, and nobody ever saw them.  I wondered to myself if anyone would actually do this.  And then I thought, "Well, I'll do it."

As I sat there in the class, my mind wandered back to my BYU days when I was living in an apartment with this girl named Beth, who had just returned from serving a mission in Spain's Canary Islands.  I was preparing to serve a mission myself at the time, and I really looked up to Beth.  She suggested doing an apartment prayer each night, and at first I was kind of skeptical about it because I'm not terribly fond of fake affection and spirituality.  I barely knew these roommates, and I didn't think I'd feel comfortable praying with them every night.  I didn't want to feel forced to go be spiritual if I was studying.  I didn't want to have to pretend I was as close to them as, say, my family. 

But Beth really knew what she was doing.  Each night at 10:00, whoever was home gathered in the living room for prayer.  The first night we did this, Beth told us about how as a missionary she and her companions always shared their favorite part of the day with one another prior to praying.  It started out kind of awkwardly, but within a short week or so, we were all having a great time with new this little tradition!  We roommates were becoming close friends.  Even better, I found myself becoming more mentally aware of the good things that happened to me each day.  I found myself writing them down so that I wouldn't forget them when prayer time came.  We got to the point where we were each sharing three or four "favorite parts" each night, and prayer time was stretching into almost a half an hour on particularly good days.  If friends were over, they joined us.  Several of them started doing the same thing with THEIR roommates.  It became a mini epidemic within that apartment complex during that semester.

When I left the apartment and went on a mission, I did the same thing with my companions.  When I look back on those several years of my life, I remember them as a really good period.  I honestly believe that much of that is due to the fact that I was consciously looking for the positive in my life.  I allowed myself, forced myself, to see the everyday blessings I was given.  There were a lot of tough times during those years, of course, but I can truly say that not a day went by that I didn't have at least one good thing to say.

So, fast forward to 2007.  The last few years of my life have been immensely stressful and complicated.  Job pressure.  School pressure.  Moving.  Being single.  Dating.  Breaking up.  Being single again.  Moving again.  And again.  And again.  New job pressure.  More school pressure.  No clean laundry.  Repeat ad nauseum.  It's time to start focusing on the positive and the gratitude again.  Not only do I feel that I need it for my own well-being, but the world can always use a little more positive vibe.

As a start, each day this week, I will be posting the item I came up with during yesterday's Church lesson, and a bit on why I'm grateful for it.  Here's the list of coming attractions, some of which will not be easy to be thankful for!

Monday:  Something in my house
Tuesday: Something that gives me trouble
Wednesday:  Something I know of but have never seen
Thursday:  A food
Friday:  A color
Saturday:  My least favorite feature of my body

Posted on Monday, 28 May 2007 at 03:33 PM in Reflections, Religion, Talking About Myself Again | Permalink | Comments (0)

Woe is Me

You may have noticed that I never post here anymore.  Actually, anyone with a remote interest in this blog probably ceased coming here a year or so ago, but just in case someone's still lurking around...

Being a public high school teacher, I go to great lengths to remain anonymous on the Internet.  If there is something to be found online about a teacher, high school kids will find it.  The last thing I need is a MySpace page created in my name by some pissed-off teenagers, or a printout of my blog on the walls of the school.   (Assuming there were actually any juicy posts ever made here!)

Also, since my life mainly consists of work, there isn't much non-work-related stuff to post about.  And we all know the dangers of posting about work on the Internet.  Combine that with the fact that if I were to post about individual kids I deal with at school, I'd be violating every privacy law known to man.  I could always post about how much I hate writing a Master's thesis, but even thinking about it gets old very quickly, never mind ranting about it day in and day out to the Internet.  Hopefully that weight will be off my shoulders in a few short months anyway.

I really do enjoy the camaraderie created with others through blogging.  I enjoy the instant feedback, and the challenge of presenting my thoughts in an entertaining way.  I like having a faster-than-handwritten way of recording what's going on in my life.  Maybe someday if I get out of this profession I'll feel safer blogging again.  I've thought about taking this page down, but everything will be deleted unless someone can tell me how to back it all up. 

It's kind of wasteful spending money every month on something I don't update.  Shoot, I could be going out and buying a meal for a homeless person with the $4.95 I spend monthly to keep the site live.  (Although let's face it, I'd really just buy myself an extra pint of Ben & Jerry's and a Pepsi.)

For fun, I updated my music and book lists.  They very much reflect my current mood and the thesis currently consuming all my free time.

Posted on Sunday, 22 April 2007 at 03:52 PM in Reflections, Talking About Myself Again, Teaching | Permalink | Comments (1)

Surviving

I'm hanging in there.  I've been in the new job for six weeks now, and every day is a roller coaster ride of emotions.  Not just from one day to the next, but from one class period to the next, and from, literally, one minute to the next.  I barely can find time to use the bathroom.  I have a really hard time not taking stupid things that teenagers do and say personally.  I finally got all my clothes and shoes into my closet yesterday, and I've been here for two months.  I've cried every single day this week (although thankfully not in front of my classes).  I am more exhausted than I ever thought possible, and there are still eight months left in the school year.

If it's not too much to ask, throw a prayer or two heavenward for me.  I could really use it.

Posted on Sunday, 09 October 2005 at 09:33 PM in Talking About Myself Again, Teaching | Permalink | Comments (9)

I'm back.

So. 

1.  I defended and passed my thesis prospectus, which now means I am officially allowed to start actually writing it.

2.  I took my comprehensive exams, which came out to a total of TEN SINGLE-SPACED TYPED PAGES.  My fingers were bloody stumps by the time the ordeal was over, so forgive my absence from here and any other place that would require me to type.  But I passed them with no revisions.  Found out at about 1 am the night before I was scheduled to move across the country, so it's a darn good thing I passed.

3.  Oh, yeah, I moved across the country.  My mom flew out to Utah to help me pack most of my things into an ABF trailer and the rest into my car.  We spent four days driving from Utah to Pennsylvania.  Here's how it went down:

3a.  Day one:  We were delayed fifteen minutes into the trip because UT Hwy. 6 was closed due to a truck carrying explosives that, well, exploded in Spanish Fork Canyon and blew a hole in the highway 35 feet deep.  We took Hwy. 89 south through some gorgeous country full of aspen groves and reservoirs, and of course we could only go about 35 mph so we arrived in Moab that night at 7:00 instead of 4:00 as planned.  We went to Arches National Park and saw the sunset against the rocks and arches, which my mother called  "Un-be-[really bad swear word-ing]-lievable" although she now claims to have no recollection of this moment.

3b.  Day two:  Had a nice little breakfast in Moab and then took off for the Rockies.  Driving up those mountains is pretty breathtaking, except that there was painting and construction nearly the whole way up them, which again slowed us down quite a bit.  We also discovered that we hate Copper Mountain, Colorado.

Dear people who planned Copper Mountain, Colorado:  When you put a sign in a roundabout that says "Exit," kindly refrain from putting "Do Not Enter" signs at every possible exit from the roundabout.  Also, when you put up signs that say "Restaurants this way," please refrain from lying to me about the location of these alleged restaurants.  Also, when you put up a sign containing the gas pump icon at your exit, please actually HAVE a gas pump somewhere in your town.  Love, Audrey

We drove until we were really, really tired, which happened to be in Colby, Kansas.  Evidently a lot of other people got really, really tired in Colby, Kansas because there were no hotel rooms there, except one last room at the Country Club Drive Motel.  This motel features an adorable décor that I christened "101 Ways You Can Decorate With a Jesus Fish."  It also features rooms with front doors that don't close the whole way.  Your stay does not include a continental breakfast, but it does come with a complimentary bare-chested, pot-smoking biker who will grin lecherously at you from atop his Harley-Davidson while you unpack your things, and ask you if you've ever been to Sturgis, South Dakota and would you like to play him a song on your guitar.  Then, he will cough up half his lung at your feet.

3c.  Day three:  Kansas is very flat.  So is Missouri.  And sometimes it rains torrentially there, so much so that you have no choice but to get off the highway and pull into a Sonic and have corn dogs and milkshakes until it stops raining.  And then sometimes it will trick you into thinking it's done raining just until you get back on the highway, when it will start raining torrentially again, until you decide to pull off and stop for the night at a really expensive Days Inn with a lake view and a pool directly outside your door, at which point it will stop raining for good since you have already paid the $87 for the room.  Naturally, then, you are left with no choice but to go swimming with your clothes on, order in pizza, and eat it in bed while watching Ray on the free HBO.

3d.  Day four:  We got up early and drove downtown to see the big arch in St. Louis.  Then we drove until we got to Fishers, Indiana, a suburb of Indianapolis and the town where my dad grew up.  We drove past his old house and there happened to be people in the yard so we asked if they would mind if we took some pictures, and it turns out that they've been living in my dad's old house since 1967 when his family left.  They were the nicest people and talked to us for over an hour and told us all about the town and how it has grown since then.  On our way out of Indiana, we had to stop at While Castle and get a bag of ten little hamburgers so we could see what my dad has been talking about since 1967.  I think they must have tasted better in 1967.

We made it to Pennsylvania right around dusk and then had to negotiate the PA Turnpike in the dark, which was incredibly scary because that road is curvy and fast and full of very large tractor-trailers and we were really tired by that time, but determined to get home.  Thankfully, we made it, and now I have joined the ranks of twenty-somethings who finish shool and move home to live with their parents because, something.

4.  Being back in Pennsylvania is good but stressful because I'm twenty-something and done with school and again live at home with my parents.

5.  I started my new teaching job this week.  I have insurance, people!  I also have a week of inservice meetings that allow very little time to set up a classroom and get a system and plans in place.  School actually starts next Tuesday the 30th.  Don't be surprised if I disappear again for a while until I've got the new job all figured out.

6.  I'm sure there's a babe out there for all of us.  Peace out.               

Posted on Monday, 22 August 2005 at 12:14 AM in Talking About Myself Again, Travel | Permalink | Comments (3)

Freaking Awesome News

You are reading the blog of the newest high school Spanish teacher in Pennsylvania's public schools.  I GOT THE JOB!!!!!

Posted on Wednesday, 06 July 2005 at 11:39 PM in Pennsylvania, Talking About Myself Again, Teaching | Permalink | Comments (5)

Wish Me Luck, People

I have a job interview today.  Not just A job interview, but it's actually my FIRST real job interview.  Somehow I've always been lucky enough to avoid that part of the process and still end up in jobs that I've loved and have been great for me.

It will be an over-the-phone interview for a job teaching high school Spanish at a school back in Pennsylvania at a small school near where I grew up and I really want this.  I'm abominably nervous and could really use any good vibes you see fit to send my way.  Especially around 1:30 p.m. Eastern time this afternoon.

And if it doesn't work out, at least I've fulfilled my New Year's Resolution for the month of June.  Something I've never done before?  Job interview -- check.

Posted on Tuesday, 21 June 2005 at 02:30 AM in Talking About Myself Again, Teaching | Permalink | Comments (3)

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Songs Currently Stuck In My Head

  • Joshua Radin & Schuyler Fisk - Paperweight

    Paperweight
    Joshua Radin & Schuyler Fisk: We Were Here

  • Elvis Perkins - While You Were Sleeping

    While You Were Sleeping
    Elvis Perkins: Ash Wednesday

Books in which my nose is currently stuck

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