In this second…
I’ve been writing more lately on MySpace. I don’t know why it turned out that way. It might be because a lot of my recent posts have to do with just some of the things I’m fed up with, and let’s face it, no one will read my vent sessions here. However, that brings up an interesting point. Maybe I should start writing more in here only to make it more private writing. Ah, who knows.
Right now, I have several problems with my job right now. It’s been getting a bit easier the past few weeks only because I’ve been getting one child to take care of and God knows, I really needed that break. However, let’s face it, the center is falling apart. One by one people are quiting, and for the rest of us, it isn’t getting any more splendid. The more kids that are coming in, the more spoiled we realize they are. I mean seriously, there are so many days where I’d like to tell off some of these parents, and I’m not even a parent myself, but I know damn well how to raise my child after being in this sort of environment.
And did I mention, I’m not teaching secondary education students. No. Cowardly me didn’t want to jump into that immediately after graduating, so I decided to take it a bit slow and start off with younger kids. Wayyy younger kids apparently. And as the days go by, I find myself more and more of a coward.
I’ve gotta get rid of all this panic that enters my system every time I think about graduate school or finally being part of the Department of Education. Also, I wanna move out of this house so badly sometimes. My parents’ house that is. I’m convinced that the more I stay here, the more insane I get. But yet again, I have no back-up plan once I do move out; A missing piece yet again.
For a second, I wondered how easier my life would’ve been if I just became an accountant. You know, not going to NYU and just accepting that scholarship to St. John’s for business. I mean, I probably wouldn’t have been the person that I am now. The incomplete person that is.
And by the way, I finished reading Love in The Present Tense by Catherine Ryan Hyde. Everyone should go read it. I wanted to adopt Leonard myself. Go read it to find out what I’m talking about >.>
And I’ll end it with this..You see, just from reading this entry, that my thoughts are all disorganized; One tangent to another, sometimes completely unrelated. Now imagine this thought process every day of your life. Every morning when you wake up, and then every night before you go to bed…
[Edit 9:35PM] – People are frickin’ stupid. I’m done trying to be nice to people, and sacrificing my time to help others when they dont act like they care about you to begin with. Fuckin’ dicks, I tell ya.
