what did i get myself into..

so.

for the past few days, and with this i mean two, i have been working at my step-mom's salon.

two things:

1. i forgot to update yesterday.
2. i am excellent at this.

anyways. so about my new part-time job. i basically look pretty, answer phones, book appointments, give refreshments, wash towels. ( dang. i should not have written basically... there are more duties than i realized. )

haha, someone just walked in. i am being super focused. obviously.

anyways, in preparation for this job, my friend alyssa pretended to be a customer calling. lemme give you a excerpt from that shall we?

"hello? (insert salon name here)"
"yes, i am calling for an appointment"
"....oh. there's a computer glitch."

yeah. im that good.

anyways. in my free time at the desk, when im not taking payments, or making appointments.. i have realized some things that have nothing to do with education. or maybe they do. who knows. i may come to a realziation in a minute or something.

but, before i list these off quick news!

i made a new friend! her name is heather, and she is the morning receptionist, and she is HILARIOUS! and she must be if i put that in caps. im going for the minimalistic look.

anyways. i got distracted by the phones and people... so i don't remember my realizations.
i think they had to do with focus... or having a good attitude. something like that ..

well. i think the amount of diet coke i have consumed while here has severly affected my short term memory. dangit.

till i remember... or next time.

i forgot to mention something...

did i mention just how a.d.d. i really am? because its pretty bad. so bad in fact that i have many friends who can attest to how bad i am at keeping the flow in conversation, monitoring that lack of filter i have between head and mouth, and being focused in general.

so. as i was trolling about today in houston ( this consisted of getting lost on my way to get a new birth certificate and going to macy's with my g-ma) i realized that unless you go to my school, or are supremely religious ( which you may still go to my school...) you have no clue who basil moreau is.

ahem. blessed basil moreau. (he's on his way to sainthood you know.)

well, this enlightenment about basil moreau all began last summer. when i had to learn a little more about who made our school great and all that good random (probably useless, let's not lie bere...) information. my group was assigned basil moreau ... or we learned about him... did we have to summarize something?

i'm not going to lie...i don't really remember all that well what we were doing.... or supposed to be doing. so let's just fast forward that jumbled memory to the important part shall we? a st. edwards cliff notes if you will...

basically basil moreau (oh my gosh...that wasn't even planned.) was all about educating everyone regardless of status, race or gender. the ron clark of the holy cross brothers if you will. (thats another teacher movie. get used to these references. look it up if your curious. it has matthew perry!) anyways. basil moreau loved education, so in presenting him.. which i think is what we were supposed to do, i made the statement that will forever live in infamy.. "so im basically basil moreau" because i too want to educate the world.

so. thats who basil moreau is. and why he's important.

...well probably not the only reason... he is on his way to sainthood.

i'm not. so thats why i have decided to call this "basically basil moreau" instead of " basically blessed basil moreau." ... plus that just seems redundant. and i'm nowhere near catholic enough to be near being blessed.

i think you have to have miracles to do that.

... and unless successfully living after crying glass out of your eye is one of them.. i'm out of luck.

however.. if it isn't get ready for two new saints : saint alyssa and saint me!

but my name means the dark one..so i don't see that happening.

oh! and
student teaching countdown: t-minus 5 days. (i think... im not good at math.)

let the countdown commence.

so...

here i am, about to embark on a new frontier: student teaching. (feel free to say that with an echo in your head. i definitely did.)

now to some, this would seem like the logical step in a progression, all leading to becoming a teacher. would that be an incorrect statement? no...not really. this is the last step before i become a full fledged adult. (and by full fledged i mean i *hopefully* have a job that has all that boring stuff attached to it.)

and don't get me wrong, im super excited. but more so than that i'm nervous. it's a good nervous though, like the jitters that you get before you have to sing or speak in public. i imagine that these jitters would be something like mexican jumping beans(sorry for the lack of p.c.) jumping around in my stomach haphazardly
hopefully they work in my favor, these jitters, because if not...well that would just be really bad.

picture this: me teaching (awesomely i might add) and then a kid raises their hand to ask me a question. those jitters can either work in my favor and i can blow this kid's mind away with my knowledge of shakespeare or whoever (which is unlikely, let's be honest) or i freeze and the kids take control of the classroom.... and i become the carcass that all the lions are fighting over.

can you say suckeeee?

so i guess all i can do at this point is get all my ducks in a row and write my social will (because my social life will be cut in half. if any is left at all. )

so future... let the countdown commence.
(cue that song, the final countdown)