OK. I have a day to catch my breath.
The last month has been...hectic. And it doesn't bode well for what this fall is going to be like, with student teaching, working, AND taking one final class. I'll be going something like 85 hours a week. From late August through mid-January. WOO.
This past month I took a class on teaching reading and writing in social studies. Actually, the class was for all content areas, but obviously I don't have any idea what they do in math classes. This was also the first education class I've taken that I actually got anything out of. Which was good. We cranked out several assignments over a three week period, and that's also all well and good, except when I was running around like a chicken with my head cut off trying to finish assignments and make a dent in the mess that is my house so that I could get a roommate.
Ah yes, a roomie.
I haven't lived with anyone since I was married. And before that, we had a couple of roommates, but that was it. It's been a long time since I have lived with someone who wasn't sharing a bed with me. But a friend needed a place. She's had a rough go of it for the last couple of months, with all sorts of personal strife, and I have a spare bedroom and the distinct need for some extra money in the form of rent. She has very little stuff (seriously, we moved everything she owns in one pickup truck, one PT Cruiser, and one Mini Cooper...and we had room to spare) and a bunny rabbit named Goma (which I believe means little sesame seed in Japanese).
Otherwise, life is just progressing like normal. Since this is a holiday weekend, a lot of people from work are out of town. Thus, over the next six days (starting Friday) I will work seven shifts. This is fine, as I need the money. But a little overwhelming to think about. But that's OK, since starting in the fall I won't have ANY days off.
The Guy and I have, as of today, been dating for eight months. That seems like a very long time to me (not in a bad way). His birthday was a couple of weeks ago, but he celebrated in Michigan rather than here. Of course, my birthday is in August and I'll be in Ohio, but I think he'll be with me. We haven't been able to see each other much, as I was on the go seven days a week for most of the month, but after this week, I'll have at least one day off every week. AND! we're going camping near the end of July and to Lolla in Chicago in early August. We even got plane tickets early enough in the day that we can see a little of the city on Thursday before the show. That will be wonderful, as I <3 Chicago.
And if I'm lucky, the roomie and another friend can contrive to take care of the dogs while I'm gone and not cost me $200 in kennel fees. Wouldn't that be nice?
I do have a wicked hangover today. I seem to remember drinking whiskey sitting on a pier last night. Which may or may not have happened and may or may not be illegal. But I lived to tell the tale, and that's the important thing. Since I have this luxurious day off, combined with a hangover, it's sit around and do nothing time! YES! The guy is coming over for dinner tonight, and I'm gonna cook something nice (and healthy) but the grocery store is going to have to wait until that giant golden orb in the sky doesn't hurt my eyes so much.
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