19 posts tagged “suckiness”
If one is looking for teaching jobs at the collegiate level, one must possess a Master's degree (at the least). However, many jobs require teaching experience at the collegiate level. Yet, if one wants to teach at the collegiate level, one must first acquire a graduate degree. HOW is one supposed to have EXPERIENCE teaching at that level without the degree in the first place? I guess my question is, how can experience be a requirement if one cannot gain experience without the degree?!?!?!
ARGH.
Edit-1:40pm
Just found a community college teaching position that does NOT require experience, available near where I grew up...going to apply!!
I've only written briefly about someone we'll call "Sam." Well, we've been trying to make things work for about three years, and throughout that time, most of it has been spent thinking he was the ONE. But again, he's with someone else (talk about bad timing), but he called me last night. And we talked, and talked...for about three hours. But today, funnily enough, I don't feel so good about it. I mean, he needs to decide what he wants to do. I've told him how I feel, so the ball is in his court. His problem is, I think, he is trying not to let go of me (because of how we feel for each other) even though he is with someone, who I've heard, is a great girl. So, thanks to my addiction to 80s music, I heard this on the radio the other day and thought it was pretty much my life
Gotta love hair bands. Thanks, Danger Danger.
Lying all alone in bed
Crazy thoughts running through my head
Thinkin' about you
Tryin' hard to let it go
My head says yes but my heart says no
I wish I never had to choose
I've been walking down the same old road
Tryin' hard to forget you
But I just can't let you go
I still think about you
Do you think about me?
I still think about you
No matter where you go
Just as sure as a cold wind blows
I still think about you
Do you think about me?
Baby, I remember when
You and me were best of friends
We crossed our hearts and swore it lasts forever
But I guess that lovin' me
Was just a temporary thing
And I wish to God that we were still together
I hope you found what you were looking for
It's been 3 years, a lot of tears
Ain't got nothing but this song
I still think about you
Do you think about me?
I still think about you
No matter where you go
Just as sure as a cold wind blows
I still think about you
Do you think about me?
When you're all alone
When you need a friend
I guess it doesn't matter
'Cause what we had we'll never have again
Lyin' all alone in bed
Crazy thoughts running through my head
Thinkin' about you
I still think about you
Do you think about me?
I still think about you
No matter where you go
Just as sure as a cold wind blows
I still think about you
Ohh...
I still think about you
Do you think about me?
I still think about you
Yeah...
No matter where you go
Just as sure as a cold wind blows
I still think about you
Do you think about me...?
... Is totally a great idea. I know the enviro-wackjobs are worried about destroying some sort of native grass or bird, but considering scientists keep finding new species all the time, what the hell is the big deal. Oh, I am so looking forward to $5.00 a gallon gas.
Words cannot begin to describe how alone I feel.
I suppose it's just not my time, but it doesn't help when most of your friends can't relate.
And what the hell, I'm CUTE. And I can cook.
Otherwise, things are great. And I look good in my plaid miniskirt.
Cheers, mate!
Anyway, about two years ago I met a guy who I thought was the best thing since sliced bread. Things didn't work out the way I thought they were going to, but I realize now that I wasn't ready for them to work out. My grandfather had just died, my sister and one of my best friends had just gotten married, and I think I was a little bit hurt that I was still alone in my life.
Fast forward to this time last year--said guy was in CA for a few days, and I thought we could meet up and discuss what had happened. It didn't work out again, and I told him not to call me. Ever. Again.
Now, it is one year later, and guess what--it's come back around again. I know he wants to get in touch with me, and now that I am here in Cleveland, I am a lot closer (he is in Boston now), and part of me still wants to patch things up. Even if we don't end up together, we need a good, long talk.
The sucky part for me is that I want to be with him, and I know it could work--we work--I just wasn't ready before, and neither was he.
Third time's a charm, or just stupid? We have yet to find out. In the mean time, it wouldn't kill him to pick up the phone....
Mood:
I just really need to start working so I feel useful. Then, I can get an apartment and feel like a normal person. I am also slightly worried about handling winter. Um, yeah, that's going to be interesting. I also need to get a gym membership so I don't feel like such a slug.
But, school is killing me right now. I have been pounding back a book a week for the last three months and all it makes me want to do sometimes is pound a few beers back and not read for a few minutes. I know, I know, it's grad school, and I did it to myself.
Part of me feels very apprehensive about everything right now. I can't really pin point it, so I am not going to ramble, but I suppose once all my ducks are in a row, things will smooth out.
On a side note, I am really enjoying the new seasons of NCIS, Desperate Housewives, Grey's, and Brothers and Sisters. That's all I have made time for right now.
Need to read. Later.
Mood:
I can't breathe, I can't move, my head feels like it weighs about 294 pounds, and I can't move.
Yeah, it's bedtime.
Mood:
It sucked.
The End.
This morning I woke up and heard them arguing in their bedroom (downstairs)...something about selling the house, an agreement, a request. I couldn't catch much more than that (and yes, I do eavesdrop).
Here's the current situation. We've had two houses for about 3+ years now. One where I grew up and one here at the beach. I moved into the beach house in the summer of 2004. They still lived up in the old house. I pay rent, and basically have the house to myself. They would come on weekends in the summers, and rarely in winters. It was great. I had a completely furnished, bills paid for, food in the refrigerator house. Great.
Well, in March of this year, they sold the other house. But, by December 2006, my mom had moved down here permanently because she got a job. My step dad stayed up at the other house. Once it was sold (waiting for his youngest son to turn 18), they both moved down to the beach house for good. Only one house now.
To be honest with you, I don't know what seems to be the major problem between them, but if I had to guess, it's with the fact that they sold the old house (in an area where most of the family lives) and moved down here. That problem mostly lies with step dad. He was born and raised there (my family has only lived there since 1994), and I believe he can't move on from a lot of things...i.e. his parents dying, selling their house, all his kids living there with their families, even little stuff like doctors that he's been going to for years, etc.
Personally, I don't understand the attachment. Life moves on. You get a new doctor. Your parents are dead. Your kids have their own families to worry about. I don't know if he thinks being up there would make him feel better, but the last time I got sad about moving somewhere new I was about 10 years old. To me this seems silly. He won't let the fact that they are not up there anymore cause anguish in his marriage.
Also, there is the matter of religion. Step dad is Mormon, my family is Christian (and no, they are not the same thing). My mom has been dutifully going to step dad's church with him, has had to fend of the vulture-like women who are pressuring her into joining all sorts of groups and on top of all this, working full time, taking care of my 10-year-old step dad who for some reason, can't put a jar of peanut butter back to save his life.
He is "retired" basically (at 56) which is a bad idea for a whole bunch of reasons. One, he's lazy; two, he goes to the beach five days a week, all day and doesn't do a thing around here (like taking the garbage out--really. easy. stuff). Then my mom comes home and has to do more work because he watches tv or surfs all day. If I am here, I try and keep things clean, but there are days where I need to do stuff, or I am working and I can't help her out. The best part is --and I am not making this up--say my mom gets home at 4:00, she will change, do a little straightening, start the dishwasher, whatever, then sit down with the paper or a magazine and watch the news. At this point, it can't be more than 4:45. If my step dad is home, he's been in their bedroom watching TV or napping (which, I also don't get the incessant naps this man takes). He'll walk out, not even say hello first before one of the following comes out of his mouth:
"What's for dinner?"
"Have you decided what we are doing for dinner?"
"So, what do you want to make for dinner?"
IT'S NOT EVEN FIVE O' CLOCK!!!
My mom has gotten to the point where she won't even look up from her paper to say, "I don't know yet." And he'll just continue to stand there.
Now, let me say, it's one thing to cook dinner for your husband or family every night, but she should not have to come home to this child-like behavior. God, make yourself a damn sandwich.
Anyway, this is just the tip of the iceberg. If she (and I once) is not getting yelled at for letting the dogs on the sofa or on the carpet for a nanosecond, it's something else.
To be honest with you, I don't know why or how my mom puts up with it. I don't know what will come of all this....
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