It's my very best dream coming true!
I just got a call for an interview at Bath and Body Works, the Happiest Place on Earth. (I applied on Saturday for a holiday job, to get me through until I can start subbing in January.) I'm going in to talk to them at 2:30....oh, I'm just DELIRIOUS at the thought of working at the Mecca of Happiness. It's like they're calling me home.
(On a side note, RIGHT after they called, Penny's called, as well, which is the other place I applied to on Saturday; however, I'm going to wait and see what happens with BBW before I call them back.)
Monday, November 21, 2005
Friday, November 18, 2005
The End of an Era
The decade of Jen in the Detroit-Metro area has come to an end. She came a small town girl and left a woman of the world. While here she got a couple of college educations. She conquered several career worlds including non-profits, business marketing, adult toys and teaching. She fell in and out of love with a variety of idiots. She made fabulous friends and had all sorts of new experiences. She had a good run.
A memorial service was held last week at the local bar, Bumpers, where many friends gathered to drink and party in her honor.
She will be missed. Jen is survived in Detroit by several ex-boyfriends, a couple of ex-cats and shall be missed by her devoted companion, Anna, and her bunches of grieving friends.
The decade of Jen in the Detroit-Metro area has come to an end. She came a small town girl and left a woman of the world. While here she got a couple of college educations. She conquered several career worlds including non-profits, business marketing, adult toys and teaching. She fell in and out of love with a variety of idiots. She made fabulous friends and had all sorts of new experiences. She had a good run.
A memorial service was held last week at the local bar, Bumpers, where many friends gathered to drink and party in her honor.
She will be missed. Jen is survived in Detroit by several ex-boyfriends, a couple of ex-cats and shall be missed by her devoted companion, Anna, and her bunches of grieving friends.
Thursday, November 17, 2005
A story that needs to be told.
In honor of SPC Tommy Byrd's service and sacrifice, I hope you all take a moment to pause and reflect on this young man's amazing life. No matter what your feelings are regarding this war (and I know we all have different views), Tommy's a hero, as is each and every serviceman and woman over there.
To date, over 2,000 heroes have died in the Iraq war (2,077 as of this posting). This is Tommy's story.
http://www.somesoldiersmom.blogspot.com/
In honor of SPC Tommy Byrd's service and sacrifice, I hope you all take a moment to pause and reflect on this young man's amazing life. No matter what your feelings are regarding this war (and I know we all have different views), Tommy's a hero, as is each and every serviceman and woman over there.
To date, over 2,000 heroes have died in the Iraq war (2,077 as of this posting). This is Tommy's story.
http://www.somesoldiersmom.blogspot.com/
Wednesday, November 16, 2005
This sounds like something I would do.
"But he's not ALWAYS an asshole..."
http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/10065038/
"But he's not ALWAYS an asshole..."
http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/10065038/
Reasons why it sucks to leave Detroit.
In the next couple of days, I have to say goodbye to:
1) Anna, my very bestest Detroit friend for the last few years
2) My students
3) My "kids" (the S's)
4) Jeff (which actually makes me sad, even though I know it's for the best and I'm not in love with him anymore. Even so, I had such HIGH hopes when I moved in here, and we HAVE been really close the last year and a half, even after we broke up)
Worst of all,
5) I have to live WITH MY PARENTS. More specifically, MY MOTHER.
Reasons why I'm getting excited to go back to Holland.
1) I get to hang out with my sisters
2) More time with my nieces and nephews (I've missed a LOT living out here)
3) Kacey and Kishelle--I'll be able to renew my friendship with my best high school friends
In the next couple of days, I have to say goodbye to:
1) Anna, my very bestest Detroit friend for the last few years
2) My students
3) My "kids" (the S's)
4) Jeff (which actually makes me sad, even though I know it's for the best and I'm not in love with him anymore. Even so, I had such HIGH hopes when I moved in here, and we HAVE been really close the last year and a half, even after we broke up)
Worst of all,
5) I have to live WITH MY PARENTS. More specifically, MY MOTHER.
Reasons why I'm getting excited to go back to Holland.
1) I get to hang out with my sisters
2) More time with my nieces and nephews (I've missed a LOT living out here)
3) Kacey and Kishelle--I'll be able to renew my friendship with my best high school friends
Friday, November 11, 2005
Three posts in 15 minutes...
can you tell that I suddenly have a lot of time on my hands?
can you tell that I suddenly have a lot of time on my hands?
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Well NOW what?
Student teaching ended about 8 hours ago, and I already feel...adrift. For the last three months, I've put my heart and soul into that school, that placement, those kids....every night and weekend I've had papers to grade and lessons to plan...and now, just like that, I'm all done. It's like...having a huge New Year's Eve party--and then suddenly, half an hour after midnight, you realize that everyone has gone home and you're standing alone in a living room full of empty glasses and confetti.
I do have a COUPLE of "requirements" left. I have my last seminar on Wednesday, at which time I'll turn in the application for my teaching license (!!!!), my remaining assignments, etc. On Thursday, I go back to "my school" to meet with my university supervisor and cooperating teacher one last time. This is my final review, when I'll receive my grade for student teaching (which basically becomes my grade for the entire 10-credit semester. And for the record, any class that requires you to put in 40 hours of class time plus another 10-20 hours of "prep time" every week should be worth WAY more than 10 credits). I'll get to see my kids one last time that day, which is probably why, miracle of miracles, I didn't cry today, my last real day of student teaching.
So now I'm just sitting here....no essays to read, no spelling tests to correct, no lesson plans to create. And I'm not sure what to do with myself, actually.
I guess I finish packing.
Student teaching ended about 8 hours ago, and I already feel...adrift. For the last three months, I've put my heart and soul into that school, that placement, those kids....every night and weekend I've had papers to grade and lessons to plan...and now, just like that, I'm all done. It's like...having a huge New Year's Eve party--and then suddenly, half an hour after midnight, you realize that everyone has gone home and you're standing alone in a living room full of empty glasses and confetti.
I do have a COUPLE of "requirements" left. I have my last seminar on Wednesday, at which time I'll turn in the application for my teaching license (!!!!), my remaining assignments, etc. On Thursday, I go back to "my school" to meet with my university supervisor and cooperating teacher one last time. This is my final review, when I'll receive my grade for student teaching (which basically becomes my grade for the entire 10-credit semester. And for the record, any class that requires you to put in 40 hours of class time plus another 10-20 hours of "prep time" every week should be worth WAY more than 10 credits). I'll get to see my kids one last time that day, which is probably why, miracle of miracles, I didn't cry today, my last real day of student teaching.
So now I'm just sitting here....no essays to read, no spelling tests to correct, no lesson plans to create. And I'm not sure what to do with myself, actually.
I guess I finish packing.
Monday, November 07, 2005
Friday, November 04, 2005
I'm doing dishes.
Yes, WHILE packing and grading papers, I am SIMULTANEOUSLY doing the dishes. "How is that possible?" you may wonder. Well, I am employing the Jeff Method of washing dishes. The JM involves filling the sink with water and soap, piling in the dishes--and then walking away. Indefinitely. It's not uncommon for him to "do the dishes" over an entire weekend.
So, since I'm already doing laundry (the real way, which requires me to navigate the miles of underground tunnels to the laundry room--which, based on the length of the walk, is somewhere near Lansing) and going to 5 different stores to beg for boxes and packing and renewing licenses and going to the bank and doing school stuff and a MYRIAD of other activities--I am reverting to the JM style of dish-washing.
AND, might I add, I am doing all of this with a Debilitating Injury (I sliced the knuckle of my thumb last night on Jeff's Contraption of Death, otherwise known as his beard trimmer).
Yes, WHILE packing and grading papers, I am SIMULTANEOUSLY doing the dishes. "How is that possible?" you may wonder. Well, I am employing the Jeff Method of washing dishes. The JM involves filling the sink with water and soap, piling in the dishes--and then walking away. Indefinitely. It's not uncommon for him to "do the dishes" over an entire weekend.
So, since I'm already doing laundry (the real way, which requires me to navigate the miles of underground tunnels to the laundry room--which, based on the length of the walk, is somewhere near Lansing) and going to 5 different stores to beg for boxes and packing and renewing licenses and going to the bank and doing school stuff and a MYRIAD of other activities--I am reverting to the JM style of dish-washing.
AND, might I add, I am doing all of this with a Debilitating Injury (I sliced the knuckle of my thumb last night on Jeff's Contraption of Death, otherwise known as his beard trimmer).
Wednesday, November 02, 2005
Rosa Parks' funeral.
As she lived, died and is being buried here in Detroit, her funeral is obviously being televised. (I've been watching since 10 am and, as of almost noon, we're still waiting for the actual program to start...and now I have to leave for my student teaching seminar, so I'm pretty bummed.) Anyway, my question is: my mom told me that they're televising it in West Michigan. Are any other stations across the country broadcasting the funeral proceedings? Is this a national thing or just a regional event?
We discussed Rosa Parks in my language arts class yesterday morning. One student said, "So people were treated bad just 'cuz of their color? That's stupid, Miss K."
I couldn't agree more.
Rosa Parks: "she stood up by sitting down."
As she lived, died and is being buried here in Detroit, her funeral is obviously being televised. (I've been watching since 10 am and, as of almost noon, we're still waiting for the actual program to start...and now I have to leave for my student teaching seminar, so I'm pretty bummed.) Anyway, my question is: my mom told me that they're televising it in West Michigan. Are any other stations across the country broadcasting the funeral proceedings? Is this a national thing or just a regional event?
We discussed Rosa Parks in my language arts class yesterday morning. One student said, "So people were treated bad just 'cuz of their color? That's stupid, Miss K."
I couldn't agree more.
Rosa Parks: "she stood up by sitting down."
Halloween revisited.
I forgot to ask, what did everyone do for Halloween? I went trick-or-treating with my "other" family, the S's. It was a lot of fun, actually. A local park (the same park I took the kids to just about every day in the spring and summer) hosts trick-or-treating there, so we went to check it out. (Mr. S., Mrs. S., three kids and their former nanny--just one big happy family.)
Madison (6, almost 7) was an angel; Noah (now 5) was Dracula and Luc (now 3) was Darth Vader. Mrs. S took pictures on a digital camera, so I hope to get some emailed to me and posted on the blog in the near future.
As always, it was great to see them. They seemed pretty happy to see me, too. At the end of the night, they asked if I would "come over and play every day" like I used to. And of course, the day wouldn't be complete without Luc proclaiming, "Supernanny, you FUNNY."
I forgot to ask, what did everyone do for Halloween? I went trick-or-treating with my "other" family, the S's. It was a lot of fun, actually. A local park (the same park I took the kids to just about every day in the spring and summer) hosts trick-or-treating there, so we went to check it out. (Mr. S., Mrs. S., three kids and their former nanny--just one big happy family.)
Madison (6, almost 7) was an angel; Noah (now 5) was Dracula and Luc (now 3) was Darth Vader. Mrs. S took pictures on a digital camera, so I hope to get some emailed to me and posted on the blog in the near future.
As always, it was great to see them. They seemed pretty happy to see me, too. At the end of the night, they asked if I would "come over and play every day" like I used to. And of course, the day wouldn't be complete without Luc proclaiming, "Supernanny, you FUNNY."
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