Back To School

For those of you that I know in real life, I am so sorry for the scattered brain and lack of interaction. For you peeps living in my computer, ditto. The last few weeks have been chaotic in extreme. The Chicken has returned to the coop, the in-laws have decided that I would be happier living someplace that is not with them, I applied to graduate school and have been accepted, I've stopped working at Big Retail establishment and The Chicken has started middle school. Oh, and back-to-school shopping has been started and completed.

I cannot really go into detail with the moving out stuff, other than to say that the in-laws are helping us a bit and we should be self-sufficient and debt-free by the first of the year. The way everything went down was less than ideal and involved copious amounts of Sam crying and drinking during daytime hours and not for pleasure...but everything happens for a reason, no? Or, I am fine now and I am so excited about living on my own that the means and ends and you know what I mean. I'm mostly fine and VERY excited about moving.

As far as school is concerned, I am taking three classes this semester in order to enroll in a teaching credential program that begins in January. I cannot fucking believe that I applied last week, the semester starts on Thursday and I was accepted. My statement of purpose, normally a well thought out essay on why I want to go back to school, how rad I am and what I can bring to CSUSM consisted of three sentences. It went something like this:

I want to take my prerequisites for a credential program. I want to teach elementary school. Pick me!

I am assuming that they reviewed my undergraduate work, completed at the same school and realized that I fucking rock and they want my money. So, off to school I go! I am so excited I cannot adequately explain it without taking my clothes off and dancing on a table top. I love school.

For those of you that are thinking: "Isn't the definition of insanity doing the same thing over again and expecting a different outcome?" you're totally right. I am insane, and my undergraduate degree didn't do shit for me in my opinion other than give me an inflated sense of total coolness and delusions about my ability to get a job. "Fuck it" I say. I like school. It's fun. I'm good at it. It's good for my self-esteem because HEY! I'm smart and I love fucking grading curves all to hell. Oh, and I want to teach little snot-nosed kids some day just to piss of Anna of Annaland.

Speaking of Anna, she called me today and gave me the BEST NEWS EVER. The Old Spaghetti Factory now serves gluten-free pasta. Which means I can eat there and enjoy the awesomeness that is spaghetti in a restaurant. I heart her SO much for thinking of me. She's the best when she isn't too busy remodeling her house to be my friend. *sob*

Speaking of Suck Ass things, I'm not sure what the status of my job is at the moment. I turned in an official doctor's note and I am trying to get my hours cut down (they wanted me to work as much as possible because I rock so hard) and to not have quite as much physically intensive duties. Basically, I want to become a slacker and just bring in a little extra money for things like books and parking at school. Guess how much parking is per semester? Nope, not even fucking close. It is two hundred and forty eight dollars. Per semester. And no, it does not include a happy ending. Fuckers. I guess that means I need to start giving happy endings if I want a place to park at school!