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I came home today to an entire pot of peas standing about an inch and a half tall, all stretching towards my window. I think maybe if the weather holds this week, I'll start putting them out in the morning and bringing them in at night.
Friday night through this morning was a pretty crazy blur. I was up until well after midnight last night working on volunteer schedules for the state DI tournament, then I got up at 5:30 to get to the tournament. And the rest of the morning and afternoon was spent appraising teams. And there were some that I knew from regionals that had made huge improvements on their skits. I was very happy, and quite impressed. I was kind of sad for them, though, that their structures didn't work any better, especially since it's the vast majority of their score.
I also got to take a walk around suburbia with a teacher who adopted me for a few hours after we were done, before my train got in. She talked about all the neighbors, and the new developers building million-dollar homes, the Yuppies and the old families that had been there forever, and she talked about how great it is to be a teacher. Which is good, because I had spent most of Friday night and Saturday realizing that the idea of working in a school for years and years kind of weirds me out on a basic level. Maybe it's the suburban school thing. But I just can't imagine having to sit in a teacher's lounge for lunch, with postage-stamp houses all around and... and parents. Maybe I should teach in an urban public school and just have my soul crushed. In a more urban, nihilistic way. Unfortunately, this doesn't get me any closer to A Plan. I think it's time for me to start seriously researching grad school, though. I'm still just as stuck between going for some sort of publishing thing, or getting a masters in something+education. I'm actually leaning more towards publishing in some form, because I'm finally starting to feel like I'm in an okay enough place with myself to actually communicate with people and make connections and actually get somewhere. If I do go back to school, I aim to get much more out of it, people-wise, than I did out of college. (Though failing to do that would be pretty hard.) I'd really like to be in the sort of Editor position that'd let me pick out people I actually like and give them a leg up.
I got a lot of thinking done on the train back, but most of it was about musical experiments, and whether to take mandolin lessons without a mandolin. Goshdarn my lack of focus. And goshdarn you, Teach Abroad Plan, for letting me down in my Try Things Out experiment.
Friday night through this morning was a pretty crazy blur. I was up until well after midnight last night working on volunteer schedules for the state DI tournament, then I got up at 5:30 to get to the tournament. And the rest of the morning and afternoon was spent appraising teams. And there were some that I knew from regionals that had made huge improvements on their skits. I was very happy, and quite impressed. I was kind of sad for them, though, that their structures didn't work any better, especially since it's the vast majority of their score.
I also got to take a walk around suburbia with a teacher who adopted me for a few hours after we were done, before my train got in. She talked about all the neighbors, and the new developers building million-dollar homes, the Yuppies and the old families that had been there forever, and she talked about how great it is to be a teacher. Which is good, because I had spent most of Friday night and Saturday realizing that the idea of working in a school for years and years kind of weirds me out on a basic level. Maybe it's the suburban school thing. But I just can't imagine having to sit in a teacher's lounge for lunch, with postage-stamp houses all around and... and parents. Maybe I should teach in an urban public school and just have my soul crushed. In a more urban, nihilistic way. Unfortunately, this doesn't get me any closer to A Plan. I think it's time for me to start seriously researching grad school, though. I'm still just as stuck between going for some sort of publishing thing, or getting a masters in something+education. I'm actually leaning more towards publishing in some form, because I'm finally starting to feel like I'm in an okay enough place with myself to actually communicate with people and make connections and actually get somewhere. If I do go back to school, I aim to get much more out of it, people-wise, than I did out of college. (Though failing to do that would be pretty hard.) I'd really like to be in the sort of Editor position that'd let me pick out people I actually like and give them a leg up.
I got a lot of thinking done on the train back, but most of it was about musical experiments, and whether to take mandolin lessons without a mandolin. Goshdarn my lack of focus. And goshdarn you, Teach Abroad Plan, for letting me down in my Try Things Out experiment.
