Different Perspectives

Tomorrow I face a panel of 4 professors and 2 high school teachers that will tell me how badly I suck at writing and inherently decide whether I can continue on my path to be a high school English teacher. Great.

As I am now looking over the pieces I turned into the panel 24 days ago, I find myself wondering "what was I thinking?" Why did I choose to write these papers this way? I could have taken a completely different spin on them, yet I chose this point of view. Will it be enough? Do they have faith that through the next 2 semesters I will be ready to teach high schoolers? I find myself second guessing at every turn.

On another note, today was productive and unproductive at the same time. I actually read the reading assigned for class today. And I designed the poster for our group project in another of my classes (which I have to say was amazingly cute), but at the same time, I feel as though I accomplished nothing.

I still have so much to do before I leave for Tulsa on Tuesday evening. I have to shop, pack, work work work, decide what I'm wearing and bringing to sign, etc, and get all of my homework done! People keep asking me about missing class for tour and how I can do it, but really I'm only missing 3 days of class. And only 1 class period for all of the classes I am missing except 1. Not bad for going to nine shows. Also, this is a chance of a lifetime that this semester worked out the way it did. I don't know if it will ever happen again. And if this is the only time it happens, I want to make it a good one.

I haven't decided what I am bringing to my meet and greet yet. I kind of want it to be something I can put up on my wall but I thought about bringing my walk book. Any suggestions?

What am I waiting for?

Sometimes I feel as though I am waiting for someone to come and take over my life- to tell me what to do and show me the path to be on.

I'm not sure how long I've been waiting for this person, but I guarantee he is not coming.

Today I woke up late. I was supposed to be at work at 8:00, but woke up at 8:11. Nice. So I called my boss and she was very understanding. The kids were awful today, however and I had a lot of homework to finish up before I was off work and headed to class. Once I left work, I ended up late to class.

Late. Again. Story of my life.

If someone gave me a penny for everytime I was late to something, I would be rich and he would need to be a very wealthy man.

So I went to class, procrastinated, went to another class, came home, and procrastinated some more. Something about school right now just does not motivate me. I am so ready to be done and out of here. I think once you reach your seventh year of college, you just can't wait to be done already.

Oh. And one more thing. I received a meet & greet today to meet my favorite band of all time next friday night in Kansas City. Can't wait.