So.  DBK and I broke up.

Sunday night.  His stupid phone is out of commission again, so instead of calling me up on his house phone, he logged onto AIM, dropped that little bomb on me and then logged out.

Six months, more than half of it spent in frustration and despair, and I got dumped over AIM.

I happened to be at my computer at the time, and I was drinking, so when I realized what he'd done, I sent back a nasty reply.  Monday morning when I was sober and read it again, well, that's when Anger was joined by Sadness and Disappointment and Hurt.  I didn't want it end, because I could see the potential there (I wouldn't have stuck it out if I hadn't), and if it did have to end, I didn't want it to end like that.  I thought, as much shit of his as I'd put up with, I deserved better.  I didn't expect him to do it in person, because his head would have probably exploded, but I would have accepted it over the phone.  When I told Christie, she compared it to being dumped via Post-It note, and yeah, it's a lot like that, only I think a Post-It note would have been a lot more humiliating. 

I've already had my crying jag, although a weepy kind of feeling will come out of nowhere every now and again.  I invested a lot in him, I jumped in head first, and I landed hard.  It doesn't hurt as bad as it could have, because I've seen this coming since end of March; it just didn't become an inevitability until very recently.

I know I was a good girlfriend.  I know that none of this was my fault, because he's just too fucked up and I don't believe he really wants to change.  And I know that I'll be fine.

But it's going to hurt for a little while.  In the meantime, I have an awesome support group to help me get through, and on the upside, personal disappointment has put me in a writing kind of mood, lol.  I guess it's true what they say: if there were no tortured souls, there'd be no art.

Anyway.  So yeah.  That's what's been going on.  And I just realized that this will be my first post for July, ugh.  Way to start the month, lol.

It's official: I'm sick.

Just what I need, something to add to the SUCK that is my Instructional Strategies class (and boy howdy, were there EPIC levels of TEH SUCK tonight).  The only saving grace is that it ends this weekend.

...she made us read fucking PowerPoint slides again today.  God this woman is useless.  I swear, I'll take a raging bitch who'll teach me shit over some woman who's nice but doesn't know where the FUCK she's standing on a good day.

And this woman may be teaching future students of mine.

FML.

 All righty folks: I are off to the Magical World of Disney.

Be back Monday.

See ya then.

 Soooooo...not impressed with my second Ed prof.  Enough so that I currently write to you all while I sit in class, during an "Oral Case Study Q & A," something I have refrained from doing since I started this program out of respect.

I ended my first class with high expectations, and was severely underwhelmed last night.

She had us read PowerPoint slides.  Now, I don't know if I've ever told you guys about this, but I fucking hate PowerPoints.  People don't know how to use them for the most part, and they take what could be a pretty cool tool and turn it into something awful and hateful and boring.  So I hate having to do them, and I hate having to sit through them.

So you can all imagine how THRILLED I was when this woman made us read the slides out loud, one per person.  -.-

Dude, this is going to be a LOOOOOOOOOONG 6 days.

 Heard from Chris today (the Miami-Dade Project Coordinator of Operation TEACH).

Guess who has an interview June 19 at 9 am?

^_^

I'll be interviewing at Miami Central (with 2 other people from my group of Op TEACH recruits, and 2 others from the other group that isn't nearly as good as my group--Blue Group for the WIN).  This doesn't mean I'll be working there, necessarily, but it would be pretty awesome if I was; Miami Central is going through some really impressive changes under a new principal, and I think it would be kinda cool to be a part of that.

And to know by end of June (hopefully) that I have a job somewhere would be super fucking fantastic.

So yeah.  We'll see. 

 Soooooooooooo...as of tomorrow at 4 pm, I will officially have one class of my four summer classes down for the count.  Yay?

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Am in the process of finishing up my Unit Plan.  I'm rather pleased with it--hell, I may use it once I start teaching my bobos.

(And if you don't know what a Unit Plan is...don't worry about it.  You don't have to know it.  Just know that mine are mighty spiffy, if I do say so myself.)

The only thing is I can't stop fussing with it, but I think that's more because I don't want to finish my Classroom Management Plan Powerpoint that I have to present tomorrow that I'd really rather not present tomorrow...or ever, really.  I'm sort of embarrassed by it, now that I've heard 3 other people's.  I felt like such a hack, urk.  : (

I'm apparently wonderful at slapping together lesson plans and unit plans (who knew?  I honestly didn't see that coming, since the entire concept of planning down to the last detail doesn't really appeal to me), because it was stupid easy for me to do that bit, but that Classroom Management Plan...that's a horse of a different color.

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Was thinking the other day that I haven't had as much trouble training my boy as I thought I would.

Then he went and emo'd out on me again today.

Le sigh.

Least he gave me a proper head's-up this time.  I'll mark that progress.

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Forgot to share this with you all, and I remembered it yesterday: I was mistaken for someone's mother on Mother's Day at Wal-mart (and no, I did not have a random child with me, which is the really bizarre part of this story).

I am more horrified by this than offended, because I can't imagine myself being anyone's mother, at least not right now (in a few more years, who knows?).  I have enough trouble trying to adjust to the fact that I'm considered an adult now, because I think I'm a total spaz, and that the fact that I can breathe and walk upright at the same time is a miracle.

(I still wear t-shirts with a cartoon character--like Snoopy--on it & jeans & Chucks most days.  Am I really an adult?  Really?  My goofy, 'tard-y ass?)

...okay, maybe I was a little offended that some woman (!!!) thought I was someone's mother.  Because honestly, my first thought was somehing along the lines of, "Bitch, do I look old enough to have popped out a brat--oh wait, probably, yeah.  ...oh fuck my life."

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All right, I've wasted enough time I can't actually afford to waste.

TT_TT 

 Have begun reading for my Op TEACH thingamabob, which starts with Classroom Management this Friday.

So far, I want to stab myself in the eye.  Or, and a far better idea to me, to stab the author of my text in the eye.

Ed classes are fucking god-awful (and those of you who remember when I took a few at FU will remember that that was my primary complaint about them).  I mean, I get that theory is important...but do you really need 40+ pages to tell me about lesson plans?  REALLY?  You honestly couldn't have done it in like 10?  And none of it is even good, solid info--it all boils down to, "Lesson plans are really dandy to have, because they help you stay on track!"

THANKS FOR THE TIP ASSHOLE MAYBE NEXT YOU CAN TELL ME WHY IT'S SO SUPER-AWESOME TO BREATHE REGULARLY.

And I know the rest of the chapter (and the rest of the text) is going to be just as useless.  I spent a half hour reading, and I don't feel like I've learned anything, or had any great epiphanies about the usefulness of lesson plans.

...this is going to be a long and painful summer, folks.

 Happy Mother's Day!

 I'M IN YOU GUYS!!!!

I just got the email, and my (ridiculously overqualified, if you ask my family and friends, lol) ass is in Operation TEACH!!!!

Fuck yeah, bitches.  :D

 MY MOM GOT ME A STAND MIXER YOU GUYS!!!!!!

XDDDD

I'm so fucking excited I'm still smiling about it!  It was supposed to be a congrats present for getting into Operation TEACH (no, I don't know that I'm in yet, but let it never be said my mom doesn't have way more faith in my abilities than I do, lol), but then she just decided fuck it and gave it to me tonight.

I can't wait to use it--I HAVE NOT YET BEGUN TO BAKE!!!

 I'm busy with last minute preparations for a certain ho's birthday celebration and also some odds and ends related to my Baby Gator's imminent arrival and just general housekeeping (literal housekeeping, you understand), but:



^_^

That is all.

 Ah, Stephen.  What can I say, but thank you?

I's On Edjukashun.


...it's funny because it's true.  XD

 Just took this quiz, and decided to share it with you all, because I know that several, if not all, of the people who frequent my questionable little corner of the Intertubes are voracious readers and generally dedicated bibliophiles.

See how many you can get right (My score: 9/13--and that was without having actually read a good portion of the listed books, further proving my assertion that knowing a little bit about everything gets you a lot farther than knowing everything there is to know about certain things)!

 My love for Roger Ebert began a very long time ago, when I was still pretty young.  As a kid, I used his movie reviews as a barometer to judge whether or not I would enjoy a movie I was thinking about seeing.  This formula has worked out very well for me for years (although I don't remember how or when exactly I started using it).

Recently, I've been frequenting Mr. Ebert's blog.  And last night, I read this entry.

Mr. Ebert's reviews have always been a pleasure to read (and he won a very special place in my heart for his review of Deuce Bigalow: European Gigolo, which is quite possibly the best review for a movie I've ever read).  Now, I find I have his blog, just as thoughtful and insightful, to devour.

Thank you, sir, for continuing to delight the English nerd in me.  Your and Tony Bourdain's blogs do crazy things to this geek's heart.

Got the urge to torture myself with something I want that I can't afford, because I haven't done that in a while, and I firmly believe torture is good for the soul (or something like that).

So I looked up stand mixer reviews and stand mixers on Amazon.

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...I want a stand mixer so bad, you guys.  TT_TT

 - Saw I Love You, Man with Shels and Luis last night.  Have decided that I must own it when it comes out on DVD.  It was hysterical, and frankly, I needed the good time with Shels & Luis, who I haven't hung out with in a while.  Been feeling moody again, but this time it's entirely my fault for allowing my hopes to get up.  Than again, the fact that I was half-lit when I got my hopes up probably means it isn't all my fault, since I didn't technically have full control over all my faculties at the time.  Anyway.  So yeah, anybody looking for a good laugh at the movies who hasn't seen I Love You, Man yet, go.  You won't regret it.

- Saw Fleetwood Mac with my parents on Thursday.  Have decided that Mick Fleetwood, the drummer, is insane and deserves mad respect.  That old bastard can bang the hell out of a drum, I tell you what.  But the one who really impressed me was Lindsey Buckingham, the guitarist and other vocalist.  That man can play the FUCK out of a guitar.  Mad props, Linds.  Mad props.

- Christie's birthday is this week Friday!!!!!!  Yay!!!!!!  And after Tuesday, she'll no longer be working at Target!!!!!!!  Yay!!!!!!!  Love ya whore.  :D

And I think I'm done.

 Woke feeling shitty today, but it's since passed.  Just a little headache that hasn't gone away yet.  I'm hoping it's just a headache and not a migraine (and anyone who's ever had a migraine knows there's a difference), because I'm going to see Fleetwood Mac tonight with my parents, and I'm looking forward to it, and would like to be able to enjoy it properly.

Good news keeps coming in this week: Christie will be leaving Target and starting at where Michi works, and she is DELIRIOUSLY HAPPY.  She's hated her life since she started, and once she was assigned to her store after her training it got worse.  But she had an interview (her second, actually) at Michi's job yesterday, and they hired her to start May 6th.  So she, Mike and I went out to Chili's for 2 for 1 drinks last night to celebrate.  So: Grats again ho!  ^_^

Also, because I'm morbid and like to share that tendency with everyone: 20 Things You Didn't Know About...Death.

And now I have to pick up around this joint, since I spent the morning sleeping off the urge to throw up.  Later days!

 Today was a pretty good day.  I had my interview for that Operation TEACH thing for Dade, and I think I impressed the interviewers.  All I have to do now is interview with the MDC liaison, and on May 6th I find out whether or not Imma be Miami-Dade County Public School's bitch for three years.

It's not ideal, but after hearing "No"--or even worse, nothing at all--for months, it's pretty nice.  I'd get my Professional Certificate (not the temporary one, the real one) within a year--which I wouldn't have to pay for--and I'm guaranteed a placement somewhere.  Hopefully it'll be an okay school, but even if it isn't, I won't be saying no; if you refuse a placement at a school we'll euphemistically call "less than spectacular," you aren't hire-able for a year.  No way I fuck myself up that way.  I'd just have to work at the school for 3 years; if I want to at the end of the 3 years, I can leave and go work at another school (assuming some shit starts to get better by then).

Still gonna browse around Broward, just in case I don't get into the Operation TEACH program.

Was so pleased with my progress that I baked a second Carrot Cake today, and guys...THAT SHIT CAME OUT AWESOME.  XDDDDD




And some other stuff not relevant to anything that came before it, because I'm in a good mood and decided why not:



The title made me smile: "Joseph Heller would be proud."  Yeah, I think he'd get a kick out of it too.  ^_^

And now, one for Christie, because I saw this on I Can Has Cheezburger and it made me think of you:



Hopefully it means you'll be away from Target real soon, eh?  :p



Okay, I need to get some sleep.

Thank you Pundit Kitchen.  THANK.  YOU.

 Three good things happened yesterday.

1) Got my haircut.  It was starting to get too long, and since I hadn't cut it since November, I figured it was time.  Same length as before, and just as awesome as before.  Has further cemented my vow to never grow my hair long ever again.

2) Hung out with Christie, Shels and Luis, for the second time in as many days, this time at Christie's house.  Saw The Spirit; if you ever get the chance to watch it--DON'T.  Those are ~ 1 1/2 hours of your life you're never getting back.  As Shels put it: "Did you pay money to see this?"  Had fun with them, as usual.  Will be sad when they all leave me (Christie for Texas, Luis and Shels for grad school), but I try not to think about that too much even though we've lately begun to discuss these things more often.

And best of all:

3) Heard from the project coordinator of the Miami-Dade County arm of Operation TEACH, and I have an interview with him April 21 at 1.30 pm.  Finally, there is progress in my never-ending struggle to secure employment in my chosen profession.  : )

Wish me luck, huh?  Imma need it.