So little time...

As it turns out, being a teacher is a lot of work. I really should have figured this out, being that I saw the work my parents did every day of my entire life. Somehow it slipped my mind, or I thought they were exaggerating. As it is so much work, I have had little time for anything. I went out in London for the first time on Thursday to a bar called, wait for it, wait for it, it's worth the wait, The Alex P. Keaton. Seriously, such a hip joint. It has enough room for a dj, and the entire martini list is based on the movie Zoolander. Awesometown! (If you can tell me where I got that reference, I will give you candy, for you are sweet.) Sherry and my new friend Tasha went to discuss the X-treme Tired we are now feeling. This tired seems to have lingered into my days off, as today I feel the tired in my bones. I don't think I've been so acutely aware of my bones before. Dispite my bones and their old man ache, I made the half hour trek into downlown London to try and find 3 things: a birthday present for my little sister, some new stitch markers, and a comic book store. I was victorious in my search for the present and the stitch markers, but I didn't find a comic book store. I blame this on the fact that I was too tired to quest properly. I ended up coming home and knitting all day, which I needed. There is nothing like knitting to relax those aching bones. Well, that and lots of vodka. Lots and lots of vodka. Mmmmmm...

PS. The most awesome thing written about me EVER.

Getting my Extra-Curricular On

Today I found out whether I got a part in musical at my teacher's college. Even though the entire student body of a TC changes yearly, my TC puts on a musical every year using just members of the student body. I think it's a testiment to the varied types of people that go into teaching, well, except that we're all keeners. Anyway, this year they're putting on Chess by Tim Rice and those two guys from Abba. It's about a chess match between an American and a Russian during the cold war. Oooo, so dramatic. When I heard that Abba was involved I signed up. Anyway, I didn't expect to get a call back after my first audition because I was really sick, but I did and the second audition went well. I've been sitting on this for 2 weeks, as they took awhile to let us know. Last night I found out that I got the part of Molokov, the second to the Russian chess player and a member of the KGB. He's also the guy who screws over the female lead in the end. Basically, I'm playing the villian. I feel as though my role in the award-winning Journey to the Bum-City has prepared me well for my role as the villian. I just wanted to share one more reason why I may hit you when I see you. I am that happy. (Don't worry. I'll let you know when the play is so you can all come and support me in my villianry. Mwhahahaha. (I've been practicing. Around my house. I think it's starting to scare Laura.))

Violently Happy

So I know it's been awhile, but this can't be long. There is too much to do. I've made quite the turn around in the past month. I started out this school year feeling so bummed about everything. No one at Teacher's College seemed to want to be my friend, which made me feel, not like a frosh but a grade nine again. I felt like I was going back to Northern where no one knew me, but they already didn't like me. It took some time for this sensation to pass, but when it did I got a good old fashion wiff of the friendship. I really have to thank my new friend Tasha for that, cause she sort of opened the floodgates. Once I got comfortable around her, I could get comfortable with where I was. A lot of September was spent going "what am I doing here?" The past three Fridays I have been in class and that feeling is gone. I have a friend, possibly friends. My associate is super-fantastique. She thinks I'm not a dumb-dumb (which means I should start some lesson plans so that I can keep her thinking that.)

I'm really really happy. I hope you are too.