"She moves in such a way"

I had a great morning. Yesterday I won two tickets to go see Stephen Kellogg play in the WBOS studio. It was really cool...I took kate as my special guest, because she's special, and because she got me into s.k. It was just the two of us, 4 other fans, and then a couple of the wbos staff. Very cool.


But he didn't play my favorite song, so I was sad.

I also won tickets (in the same contest) to see him open for OAR tonight. But sadly I had class, and reeeeaaalllly wanted to skip it and go, but decided it was too early in the semester to waste my one skip.

So I sat in class hating learning, hating thinking, hating Gillian and Kate because I gave them the tickets (sorry gill and beta, but it's true). I hate the class, which is unfortunate because I realized in the past week--the first week of my reading specialist classes--that I don't really want to be a reading specialist. At least not for like 20 years, which is much more than the original 4 or 5 years I originally planned on waiting. It's not a fun feeling because I thought I knew for the past 4ish years exactly what I wanted to be doing in life, besides going to the beach a lot. I learned in my first week of the semester last week that I don't really like a lot of the things that reading specialists do, and I don't think I'd be that good at it. I stressed out all week because the class, and my hatred for the class, and because of my concern that I'm wasting the next 8 months of time and money learning how to be something I might never be. Instead, I could have applied for my teaching licensure a few months ago and even teaching right now. I suppose in the long run it won't really be a big deal. Even if I never ever in my life become a reading specialist, it should still (hopefully) help me get a job in the classroom in the fall, and (hopefully) get me a higher salary. But for now, it's going to be a really miserable 3 1/2 months.

Sorry Kate and Gillian. I'll buy you presents. Do you like M&Ms?