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Jun
28
The Librarian Answers Your Questions
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Well peeps, tomorrow is my official last day in everyone’s favorite middle school. The kids finished up last Friday and while I was relieved to see them go, I also felt sad to think that I would probably never see most of them again. After our last staff meeting I will pack up the few things I have left in my office and I will head over to my new school to meet with the principal there. From what I hear he is a great guy, and anytime anyone mentions this school they always throw in that he is the best part of working there. After the year that I have had I will just be happy to have someone even remotely competent.
Of course, like I mentioned before, my job at the new school will be much different from my current position. They are still calling it “Media”, and it’s also in a middle school, but it is a full class schedule teaching an integrated technology and information literacy curriculum. That sounds very important, doesn’t it? Believe me, I have had many doubts as to whether or not I want this new job, and I am still very much on the fence, but as my mother so kindly pointed out, a questionable job is better than no job. Besides, there are not a lot of options out there for librarians right now, so I am trying to look on the bright side and psyche myself up to work with a knowledgeable administration come September.
In honor of my impending free time, and also because -R- breezed through them before I did, I thought I would get to a few of your questions. Get ready for some thrilling responses!
From Operation Pink Herring:
Q: How did you decide to become a librarian?
Hmm. I don’t recall my exact thought process, but I know I had been working in fundraising and event planning for a few years, and when I left there I had no clue what I wanted to do. In college I had worked in the library doing interlibrary loan and I had loved it. No place else feels so much like a second home to me as a library does. So I thought, how hard can grad school be? Then I busted it out in exactly one year and got my first school library job. There are things about it that I love, and things about it that I hate, but at the end of the day I am happy in the day to day and I think that has to count for something.
Q: If you could have any superpower, what would it be?
Definitely the power to fly. How awesome would that be? I would fly everywhere.
Q: Worst job: what was it, how long, why did it suck? What about best non-career job (mine would be a tie between ice-cream scooper, lifeguard, and “security guard” at school)
The worst job I ever had was probably when I was working for an airline. In the summers the girls would have to trade off who went outside to load the baggage into the cargo bin of the plane. It was insanely hot, dark, cramped, sweaty, and I used to get this panicked feeling when the bags were coming up the belt loader because you had to stack them in precisely the right way so that they’d all fit, but you never had time to think it out because the bags just KEPT COMING. Ugh. Plus, I had to be there at 4 am. Yeah. Definitely worst job ever.
Best non-career job was working in the library during college.
Q: what is the one item of clothing you can’t live without?
Jeans and flip flops. Swoon.
From -R-:
Q: What are you going to do/see when you are in London? Are you going to take the Chunnel to France?
I’ve been meaning to clear this up. You see, my family in England lives in Birmingham, which is more Midlands than London. We will be spending some time in London (hooray!) and so far I think we are planning on staying in Euston, going on the London Eye, maybe taking a look-see at the Crown Jewels, and definitely stopping into a couple of pubs. As for what I have planned while in Birmingham, I believe that deserves its own post because hoo boy, my cousins have a lot planned for us. We won’t be taking the Chunnel, but we may be planning a few days in Dublin as well since it’s only a skip over the water on a ferry, and perhaps driving up to Wales as well.
From Marie:
Q: Do you have a favorite author(s)? If so who? Do you happen to collect books (i.e. buy them) or check them out of the library? What is your always “go-to” food? What is your favorite place in Boston to visit/go to?
I have so many favorite authors, it would be too hard to choose just one. If I had to pick my favorite of all time I would probably go with my standard answer of Charlotte Bronte, even though it seems trite for a Comparative Literature major to pick a Victorian English novelist. I can’t help it- I love Mr. Rochester. As for collecting, I really tried to stop buying books, even though I love owning them, for two reasons. One, I hate moving them. They are heavy, cumbersome, and take up a lot of room. If I had the space for a personal library I would continue buying them ad infinitum. Except… well, the other reason I don’t buy them is because it seems wasteful. I mean, copies of most books exist in my library and there are few books I will read often enough to warrant owning them.
My favorite go-to food is homemade mac and cheese. Yum.
My favorite place in Boston is Fenway Park, hands-down. It is quintessential New England to watch a Sox game with peanuts and beer in hand.
From Claire:
Q: What’s your favorite mixed drink? And your favorite beer?
My favorite mixed drink is currently in the brunch rotation, a bellini. Or a good vodka tonic with lots of lime. Or sangria! My favorite beer depends on the season, but I love the Shipyard Pumpkin, Sam Adams Summer Ale, Smithwicks, and Harpoon Winter Warmer.
From Mumsy Lou:
Q: Who is your favorite scramble player?
Oh, Mumsy Lou. Do you even need to ask?
From Allie:
Q: What 80’s sitcom life do you wish you had?
Clearly the answer to this should be Ricky Stratton from Silver Spoons because seriously: the kid rode around his own house on a train, he was so rich. Then again, I often wished I was DJ from Full House or Kelly Kapowski from Saved By The Bell, so either of those would suffice. I would not want to be one of Nell Carter’s kids, nor any of the super dorks from Welcome Back Kotter.
From RA:
Q: What are you most and least favorite things about New England?
Most favorite: the fall, apple picking, Fenway, fairs, the beach, its small size, the variety of options of things to do, the value it places on education. Least favorite: winter, rainy springs, rainy summers, the humidity, city parking, the lack of Boston street signs, the sheer density of people in any area within five miles of a college, which is basically everywhere.
Q: If you could hire a personal assistant, who would it be and what would be his/her first order of business?
I would hire Paul Rudd to hang out with me, and read books aloud to me in the park. Shirtless.
Q: Who do you look up to, and why?
Oh, I look up to a lot of people. My parents, anyone who puts in the effort to have and raise kids, Michelle Obama, public librarians, teachers, Scarlett Johansson, entrepreneurs, people who are able to find balance in their lives.
Q: What have you read in the last few months that you have loved?
Ooooh, good one!
The Road, by Cormac McCarthy
Catching Fire, by Suzanne Collins
Anne of Green Gables, L.M. Montgomery (this is a re-read, but still)
Hattie Big Sky, by Kirby Larson
Darkly Dreaming Dexter, Jeff Lindsay
Wintergirls, by Laurie Halse Anderson
Envy, by Anna Godbersen
Jun
25
A Post
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Every day for the past five days I have opened this New Post page and stared at it blankly.
Actually, that makes it sound like I have nothing going on. I should rephrase. I stare at this blank screen and think of any number of things I could write and how none of them make me want to put in the effort to form them into coherent sentences. I think they’d end up being one long and horrible rant.
Like how the end of the school year has left me feeling bitter and outraged at my administration’s lack of advocacy or support, ruining almost all of the positive memories of the last four years.
Like how I am fighting to stand up to an HR department that is completely unprofessional at best, totally shady at worst.
Like how I have finally been placed in a different school- except, to teach full-time technology classes, instead of a library job.
Like how my union representatives are impossible to reach.
Like how everyone I’ve become close with at work will be spread out all over the country.
Like how the idea of dating anyone makes me simultaneously anxious and irritated, neither of which seem like they would be an auspicious start to a relationship.
Like how Chris is moving to California next month.
And that’s just a few things I thought of while my fingers were typing along. But then, I also think of the good things that have come out of the woodwork the past few weeks, and I feel like I don’t really want to write about those either. Like I should keep those things close and not share the good parts with anyone else, in case they are snatched away at the last second.
Like going to water pilates with my dad.
Like that I will finally be in my summer apartment next week.
Like how after next Monday, I will never have to look at my ridiculous principal again.
Like how I was swarmed yesterday by twenty 6th graders who wanted to give me a group hug because they were super sad I was leaving.
Like how I am less than a month away from a few weeks in a foreign country.
So there’s a post. This is no longer a blank page. And I guess since my life currently has a lot of blank pages, I might as well start filling them in right here.
Jun
21
Advice Appreciated
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Tomorrow starts my last week in my middle school library. I will have to say goodbye to my Chinese people, my senior citizens, my Quiz Bowl kidlets, my technology-illiterate co-workers, the moldy carpet and smelly office, and four years of memories. Being that I am not exactly a fan of change, and being that this change happens to be coming at a time when so much else in my life is up in the air, this week promises to be yet another tough one. A month ago I could not wait to be done with school. Now all I can think about is having to start all over in September with an entirely new school, a new staff, a much more intense schedule, and without any of my current co-worker friends coming with me.
I suppose there are some people reading this who will think, “at least you HAVE a job, NPW!” And yes, I realize this is true. Thank god for tenure, because having to job search right now would probably cause me to become one of those crazy lunatics who run off to Kansas to “live off the grid” on some organic farm, or Into the Wild myself off to Alaska with nothing but the clothes on my back. Still, not only will my entire job description change next year but I still have no idea what school I will be at within the district because the administration is treating their employees like we’re trading cards. It definitely makes having meetings with the other librarians awkward because everyone knows that one of them is out next year, and that I will be the one taking their job.
Anyway, I’ve been thinking a lot about this blog. I feel like so much of my identity, the identity of the past four years of writing, has been wrapped up in my job, living in Boston, Chris, that I really don’t know what to do with it anymore. Do I just roll with it? Do I start over somewhere else? It’s going to be hard to escape my moodiness for a while and I hate to subject you all to it even though I know it is my blog and I can write whatever I want. I’m concerned for myself that this wil become more of a place to vent and less about writing and entertaining, because that will make me want to stop writing altogether. And believe me, there is so much more I could be venting about that I am not, which also worries me: maybe I should start trying to write about getting past the obstacles instead of just what lies in my path.
And there we go. Enough self-indulgence for one evening, I think. Because I might be moody, but someone out there still loves me: Jules! Look what she gave me:
Fucking fabulous, indeed.
Jun
17
My Honorary DMD
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So I wanted to take a little break from the mopiness of my recent posts (surprise! and you’re welcome!) in order to bring you an important update from the dental world. NEWSFLASH: oral surgery sucks really bad! You heard it here first, folks. Remember how way back when I had a root canal and then the temporary filling fell out (twice!) and then when I went to get it fixed again they told me I needed to have another root canal? On the same tooth? And also that I needed to give them another thousand dollars to do perform that second root canal on a tooth that now had NO ROOTS WHATSOEVER?!
Well, in the end I got that second root canal because I had no choice. And all was right with the world, if not my bank account. Until one fateful afternoon, a mere three days before I was supposed to get that tooth fitted for a crown, I was eating a salad at lunch time and felt a horrible, sickening crunch when I bit down. Either I had some rocks in my lettuce or I had just managed to break in half the tooth I had spent thousands of dollars to save. Can you guess which it was? Let me tell you, I wish it had been rocks. My tooth, it was broken right in half and would move around any time I chewed anything, and if there is a more uncomfortable feeling in the world than knowing your teeth are falling right out of your head I could not imagine it because holy shit that is awful.
So I went back to the dentist and lo, they said that perhaps the tooth could still have a crown put on it, if I wanted to have gum surgery. Thinking I misunderstood, I asked, “Perhaps? Do you mean that you cannot 100% guarantee that if I have the surgery and a crown put on that I will never again have to walk through downtown Chinatown at rush hour in order to have some kind of work done on this VERY SAME TOOTH? Oh, you can’t? THEN PULL THAT SHIT OUT, MOFOS.” And so they did. And remember a paragraph ago when I said there was no worse feeling than a broken tooth still in your head? Lies. Having a space where a tooth USED to be is far, far more creepy feeling. Eventually they will be putting a ceramic implant in there, but for now I feel like some kind of redneck with this (completely non-visible) tooth missing.
To make matters infinitely worse, all of this dental work is being done at a dental school where, and I am not exaggerating, every visit takes at least three hours. Minimum. Everything they do has to be thoroughly checked by a half dozen real dentists, signed off on, and logged in their computers so they can get their required hours. I had four visits before they would even give me a cleaning, just to go through a litany of questions like, “have you ever been the victim of domestic abuse?”, and “have you ever smoked crystal meth?” Which, thanks for your concern, dental students, but really I just need some fluoride and maybe a filling and then let me be on my way before I think of some inventive uses for that water pick.
Also, the woman who pulled my tooth is possibly the least professional not-quite dentist I have ever met. It took her so long to do the extraction and the stitches that my mother called my phone EIGHTEEN TIMES, thinking I was bleeding out in an alleyway. (She even called the dental school and learned that they were closed, which only exacerbated her concern, but I think it was worse on my end because I had forgotten to turn off the ringer so everyone in the entire dental school had to listen to a solid two hours of my phone ringing and beeping. What was I supposed to do, rip the pliers out of my mouth in the middle of surgery and chit chat with my mother?!) Anyway, during the procedure the pseudo dentist was overcome with emotion and sweat, she couldn’t get the tooth out and had to have the real dentist come in halfway through to finish. Then she couldn’t get the stitches in correctly and her sweat was dripping into my eyeball and she kept rolling her eyes and sighing like I was doing something wrong. She stabbed me about 40 times with that curved stitching needle before the Novacaine started to wear off and finally had to call the real dentist, AGAIN, to fix her stitch work. My mouth isn’t a quilt, lady. GET IT RIGHT OR LEAVE ME ALONE. She would also periodically make me do the work of dental assistant on my own mouth, handing me the suction and the the little mirror to use on myself.
And so the saga continues, even after I very kindly explained to her that I was no longer living right down the road and it was not exactly convenient to get there. She still wanted to set up another two appointments next week, to which I politely said shove it. The stitches can stay in there until I feel up to dealing with her incompetency again.
Also, in a school filled with hot international dudes, how did I end up with the one pasty white American girl as my dentist? My life is so not fair.
Jun
15
One Million Years of Solitude
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I think it’s both a blessing and a curse that I am able to engage in small talk (and large talk!) with great ease. Being from New England usually means that any genes devoted to being pleasant or talking to people you don’t already know should have been removed at birth, but mine still seem to be fully intact. On the one hand, this is nice because I am able to make friends quickly and I am generally pleasant to be around, or so I am told. On the other hand, I am still a New Englander, and despite my anomalous ability to chit chat I tend to want to be kind of a loner. You know, the strong, silent, mysterious type that works in a granite quarry and fishes off the coast of Gloucester. A one-woman John Irving novel right here.
Lately I have been denying those urges to become a full-fledged hermit and have been making sure I have plans! Lots of plans! Because otherwise I think I will wake up one day and look around and realize that I have closed myself off from all the amazing possibilities I have around me. But then, it feels so luxurious to spend a day reading in a hammock that I don’t want to be disturbed by things like “friends” and “going out” right now. Clearly I know that I need to be able to find a balance between the two, eventually, but is there really anything wrong with wanting to have some quality time with a novel and a tall glass of iced tea? I didn’t think so.
So then comes the dilemma. Do I want to find an apartment on my own after this summer, and try to swing the big city prices on my own? Or do I stick with one of my friends who is also looking for a roomie? Or find a random person to live with? Or do I move away from the city altogether to somewhere more affordable? I really have no answers to any of these questions right now. I’m also unusually worried about my job next year. In my current library, I am alone for half of the day to do my library thing. In an elementary school there is no time for anything but KIDS KIDS KIDS all day long. Also, the fact that it is mid-June and I still have not heard one peep from HR about where I will be placed next year is, to say the least, TROUBLING.
It doesn’t really help that it appears my current school has absolutely no idea what they are going to do regarding the library and/or technology next year. Last week my principal asked me what I thought she should do about checking out books next year. “Do you think we should just let kids take books on the honor system?” It took all of my physical and mental strength not to grab her shoulders and shake her stupid little blond head around. OH YES, THE HONOR SYSTEM. THAT SOUNDS LIKE A PERFECT PLAN FOR ELEVEN YEAR OLDS AND LIBRARY BOOKS! And I know I should not care what they do here next year but why oh why would she think to ask me something so ludicrous? It’s almost like she’s trying to provoke me into a fit of rage in the last two weeks of school.
Now do you see why I feel like I could spend the rest of my life in hiding and be okay with it?
Jun
10
Getting By
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Well hello. I am blogging this from the great Live Free or Die state, at the home of my parents, where I will be staying for a couple of weeks while I wait for my new apartment to become available. I am working hard at not beating myself up over the fact that I am thirty and back at home with the parents, and they in turn are working hard to make me feel like I am hanging at a B & B and not just the place where I used to spend hours playing with my Barbie dolls in the woods. Seriously, my mom makes me tea and cookies and watches So You Think You Can Dance with me. It’s like being on vacation, except I still have to go to work.
Speaking of work, have I mentioned how much it sucks? Because suck it does. I still have yet to hear anything about where I will be next year. Both my principal and the woman in HR who is supposed to be dealing with these issues are kind of blowing me off. Having anxiety about my job on top of anxiety about EVERY OTHER ASPECT OF MY LIFE is not helping me, people. Today I went in to school even though I was pretty sure I was going to throw up at least five times. I actually had to lie down on the school nurse’s cot and practice breathing, and even then I knew that if I didn’t leave immediately right that minute I would not be okay. So I pretty much drove to work for nothing and left right away, and slept for five hours, and tomorrow I have a personal day so that I can get the last of my stuff out of the almost-empty apartment and pick up a couple of things at Ikea. Sooo, yeah. I’m pretty much flaking on work entirely. And for the most part, I do not care. I feel like I gave that school everything I had and in return I got jacked.
One of my friends at work volunteered to talk to the principal for me, and I was so grateful I actually cried. Thankfully I was on the phone with my friend and not talking to her in person, although I am sure she knew I was crying anyway. It’s just a relief to know that there are some people at work who are concerned for my well-being and are worried about me. I try not to talk about too many personal things at work because 1) it is work and separate from my life, and 2) people in my school tend to be gossip queens and if I didn’t tell someone details about my life it is for a reason, thank you.
Anyway, I did not cry at school, thank goodness, even though it seemed like it might be okay to do so while lying on the nurse’s cot. I talked myself out of it because I had already cried once this week while I was in the dentist’s chair, alarming both myself and the student dentist. I was lying there with Novocaine-mouth and she had walked away and I was suddenly just overcome with worry about all this dental work and that led to feeling overwhelmed with life in general and I couldn’t help it, the tears just started leaking out. Of course my student dentist freaked out thinking I was in pain and got another needle full of Novocaine ready before I convinced her that my mouth was okay, it was my brain that needed the numbness.
But tonight I am trying to feel a little more cautiously optimistic. My life has not followed the path I expected or wanted, but it’s going somewhere and I definitely don’t want to miss it.
Jun
8
Plan Of Action
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I think I am a pretty easy-going person, most of the time. I tend to shrug off disappointment fairly easily and I am not used to feeling out of control or anxious. Which is probably (definitely) why, in light of recent events, I have been having a very hard time. Every aspect of my life is currently up in the air, I have no routine, no structure, no real plan, no set dates for anything. It’s like the rug of my life has been ripped out from under me and then I fell down five flights of stairs.
I was discussing this new-to-me feeling of panic with the wise and lovely OPH, and her recommendation for getting rid of the anxiety was to make to-do lists for each day so that I would have something to focus on. Being a librarian, this immediately appealed to my organizational style. I won’t bore you will all the minute details (because seriously, I wrote down every single thing I need to do), but here’s a general idea.
June
I want to be entirely out of my current apartment by Thursday night. I have taken a personal day on Thursday, I am planning on going to Ikea to buy a new bed frame and then loading up the truck with the rest of my stuff and heading to the New Hampshire homestead until the end of the month. Hopefully I will be able to get into my new place in Charlestown before the end of this month, but I will also slowly be moving my stuff over there regardless.
School ends the 26th. I haven’t written much about it yet, but my position at my school was indeed cut. Nothing is set in stone, of course, but I would say the chances of me being here next year are very slim. The chances of me being at an elementary school are high. So on top of packing and sorting and moving my stuff to two different locations for the summer I will also be packing all my office stuff and saying goodbye to a job I’ve been at for four years as well as all of my work friends.
July
Goals for the month: I’d like to read at least five books before I leave for England. So far I am planning on reading The History of Love, by Nicole Krauss, Living Dead Girl, by Elizabeth Scott, Catching Fire, by Suzanne Collins, The Brief Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao, by Junot Diaz, and Under the Banner of Heaven, by Jon Krakauer. Any other suggestions?
I want to ride my bike at least ten miles each day. I want to start cooking for myself again. I will only have a few weeks before I leave for England on the 18th, but I want to make the most of it.
I’m hoping that my time in England will be a mix of quiet and adventure. I’m sure it’s going to be both fantastic and a little sad to be there on my own, even with my family around me.
August
Once I get back from my European jet-setting trip I will need to focus on getting into my new library and planning an entire elementary curriculum. That means reviewing all of the state frameworks and making sure I have at least a month’s worth of lessons ready to go for the start of school, from grades K-5. Translation: I have a lot of shit to do, and no idea yet how to do it.
I will also need to find a new apartment and move in, preferably before school starts back up. I anticipate this being a very busy month, but I would also like to get in a weekend trip to NYC and possibly have a cookout/deck party. I’ll be hosting a book club meeting as well, which will be a lovely distraction from the stress of planning how to entertain the kindergarten kids for an hour every week. Hey, I wonder if I’ll have recess duty? I used to be pretty good at four-square.
Jun
4
The One Where I Answer Your Questions
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Wow, that Q & A post did not disappoint! I have enough topics to last me a life time of blogging! Thanks so much for your thoughtful, hilarious, and caring questions. I will try to answer in kind, but I think it’s best if I don’t do them all at once, otherwise this post will end up being a novel. Or a novella, at least.
I would also like to add that even though last night was rough (Chris is leaving today for a week and when he gets back I will be gone from the apartment), I have a lot of things to look forward to. Tonight I am going to see TV on the Radio with the lovely Kelli at the new House of Blues, Friday I am going to check out a few apartments with September leases, Saturday night brings the Red Sox game at Fenway, and Sunday will be moving most of my possessions, partly to my parent’s house in New Hampshire and partly to my new place in Charlestown.
So there’s a lot of stuff to do, and buy, like a new external hard drive, a bike pump, a mattress cover, an electric kettle, and the list goes on. I kind of forgot how much stuff we had bought together. I’m sure Amazon loves me today, what with my multiple orders. Now all I need is a new laptop, but I am trying to wait it out until Apple releases their new MacBooks. We’ll see if I make it, because the PC deals are killing me with how cheap they are.
Anyway! Back to the questions. Starting in order with my travel-loving friend, blakspring:
If money and time were no object, which country/city/place would you want to visit this summer? And why?
If money were no object I would probably want to see as much as I could in the two months I will have off. At the top of my list would be Australia and New Zealand, probably stopping off in the Philippines where my cousin and his wife will be visiting her family, then head over to Thailand and hopefully not end up in Thai prison because of a naive white-girl-in-Asia drug smuggling mishap. I would like to see Moscow and Copenhagen and Vienna and Prague. I’ve always wanted to see Rome and Venice, especially now that Venice’s demise at sea is imminent. I’d like to re-visit Paris, but also head down the Riviera coast. I want to see volcanoes in Hawaii, and spend a few days lounging on the black sand beaches in Martinique.
But then, I do get to spend three weeks in England, the idea of which is just as pleasant to me. I’m pretty easy to please.
From the lovely Dingo:
What brand of toothpaste do you use?
The kind of toothpaste that includes an overdose of fluoride and is meant for people with extremely sensitive teeth, which would be me if I had any left that didn’t already need a filling or twenty-seven root canals.
Have you ever worn days of the week underwear?
Why yes, I have! Thank you for asking! My favorite were the Thursday underwear because they had different-sized polka dots in all different colors, which was a happy coincidence because Thursday is also my favorite day of the week. Thursday really holds so much promise for the weekend, doesn’t it?
When you go to an aquarium, what do you think the fish are thinking?
They’re probably wishing we would fall in their tanks so they could have a little midafternoon snack. On another note, my godson has taken to saying that anyone he doesn’t like is going to “sleep with the fishes”. If that isn’t creepy coming out of a three-year old’s mouth, I don’t know what is. He also threatens to make people take a “dirt nap” when he is mad at them. Clearly he watches too much TV.
From Jess, who apparently loves her new city very much:
Any chance you’ll move to Denver?
Back when I first learned my job was in jeopardy because of budget issues I toyed with the idea of moving to Denver. Well, maybe more than toyed with it: I applied to the Colorado Public Schools and sent out resumes. I thought a change of scenery would help Chris as well, since he seemed to be struggling in Boston, and even though it would have pained me to move that far from my family and friends and my home, I thought it could be exciting as well. Now, in light of recent events, I have decided to stick it out in the school district where I currently work because if I leave, I also leave behind my tenure. Plus, right now I am in no way willing to leave my family and friends behind when they are the people I rely on most just to get through the days.
As for the future, who knows? Denver is a great city, and I do love me some Fat Tire beer.
Jun
3
Q & A: It Rhymes With YAY!
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I just skimmed through the last month’s worth of posts, and wow. Just… yeah. Wow. I have become a depressed, bitter woman in a very short span of time and I don’t think it really suits me. I don’t own enough black clothing to pull off “mysterious, sad loner girl” and anyway I’m hoping to shrug off this awful weight just as soon as I move into my new Charlestown digs and begin the Summer of Awesomeness. Still being in the apartment is the worst part, I think, because every time I start sorting through stuff I come up with another hand-written note or card that pretty much makes me want to paper-cut my carotid artery open.
Annnnyway, two things.
- I am hereby officially apologizing for falling off the commenting map. I am still reading everyone’s posts and I am working up to the point where not everything my fingers type is imbued with sadness.
- I am in dire need of topics that do not involve me talking about my mental state. That’s where you come in!
That’s right, it’s Q & A time. Please, please, please leave me a question (you can see I am not above begging) so that I can take my mind off of how much my life currently sucks and start writing something a little more light-hearted. Like how yesterday I went on the Quiz Bowl field trip and instead of taking the kids to the Constitution Museum I took them to an Italian bakery for cannolis and gelato. That’s just how I roll, kids.