For all two of my friends who actually still read this - I had a great revelation the other day. Basically I had this idea in high school that if I worked hard and lived relatively cleanly, my life would go how I planned. I always thought that you go to high school, then to college, then you get a job and grow up. Everything I had planned (with the exception of truly growing up) has happened, and I have to feel somehow empowered in that I feel like I made it happen for myself. I worked hard in college with a goal in mind, I met said goal, and now right after college I have the job that I worked for. Naturally I had help from my mom and dad who always encouraged me and oh, paid for college - but they didn't make me study and they didn't make me go through hellish schedule juggling to fit all my Practica and Student Teaching in around an undergraduate schedule. In some cases I felt obligated by all their help and support to do well and meet my goals, but in the end they were still my goals, goals that I realized in the time frame I had set for myself. I know it sounds like quite a bit of back-patting going on from my position, but it's a very good feeling that I'm not ashamed to enjoy. Now I can set new goals for myself - being a good teacher, getting involved at school, buying a house, getting (yikes!) married. I really feel like I can do almost anything I set my mind to at this point.

I've had a wild couple of days ranging from drunken Russian dinners to yesterday, wherein I went all over San Diego (NSEW - all of it) and didn't get home until 6:30 in the morning. It was an adventure worthy of Abencio himself.

Recently finished Catcher in the Rye, and as an English major, I'm sorry to say I did not like it. I mean, it was a very well constructed psychological novel charting the main character's mental breakdown, but he was so unlikeable. He mostly whined the whole novel long. I guess it's supposed to be a great book because it showcases the cynical point of view which doesn't really get much exposure in literature, but I just thought it was fucking annoying.

Speaking of annoying, I found out I'll be teaching FRESHMEN. Good times there. We'll have to see if I can whip the little... **** into shape. Peace.

posted by MAtt D. at 3:08 PM