It seems that everything has fallen apart at work. My boss is no longer there - I shouldn't discuss what happened, but it's not pretty. And now there is a mutiny and people are outraged that he's gone. So pretty much this company is just completely screwed. I can't really say that I'm surprised, it was just a matter of time, that place is like a bomb.
Someone called one of the TV channels and they came out and were interviewing people, including all of the head honchos up in the tower of the airport. It's a good thing I got out of there when I did. So much drama.
I gave a presentation to one of my classes last week, complete and utter disaster let me tell you. I get my proff's comments back this tuesday and I'm not looking forward to it at all. Although he might notice that my partner did an extremely extremely small amount of the presentation and that I pretty much did the whole thing. This is why I hate group work. If I'm going to end up doing all the work, I might as well be doing it all by myself so that I don't have anyone to fight when I present my ideas.
Some of the comments I recieved were that they were impressed with how enthusiastic I was. HAHA, that's not enthusiasm people - it's sheer PANIC. I have no idea what I was saying, words were flowing out of my mouth, expaining the particle theory of matter, and it's all a fog. Like some lucid dream.
It's late and I have yet another presentation in the morning. Oh I love Education, all the group work, all the presentations. In 2 weeks I will be in a school. I don't have any "teaching clothing". All I own are jeans and sweatshirts. Extremely professional. Good times.
Let's start with The Mars Volta. All I can really say about them is that they were loud. Really really really loud. I made a phone call during their performance, I was not impressed.
But the Chili's. They were amazing. The light show was worth every penny I paid to get into the building. I don't even care that some drunk guy hit me in the face with the brim of his hat because he couldn't find his seat, or that some other guy almost lit my hair on fire when he was lighting a joint, because this concert was just THAT good.
I can't remember what the opened with. It's left my brain. I have no clue. My brother wants to kill me. He had a ticket, but had to go away to play soccer, damn U of A soccer team - he's the starting goalie by the way.
Before tonight I had no idea at all why I went into the faculty of Education. I didn't know if I wanted to be a teacher, or what I wanted to pursue with this degree. But tonight I went to Staples, and I bought transparencies, they only came in packs of 100. I only needed one.
I spent $15 on a package of transparencies because I could see myself writing on them and using them in the future. As a teacher. I could picture it in my head. Me, teaching.
I almost bought pens to write on them with. I was a woman posessed. I"m full of meaning, and a desire to actually do good at this. Which is weird, because 12 hours ago I wasn't exceptionally passionate about anything except season 2 of Lost.
Don't get me wrong, Lost is definately something to be passionate about, but, I think that I might be good at this. I can see me being really good at this. Weird.
I'm less stressed with school right now than I have been for the past week and a half, and it feels nice. I think it has to do with the fact that I did absolutely no work yesterday and instead spent my day watching The Office and season 2 of Lost.
I'm way behind in all my reading and assignments, and I currently just don't care at all. Although I keep waking up in a state of panic about this presentation I have next week, but I think it will all work out.
I am currently located at a computer in the Law Library at U of A. Now from what I stereotypically know about lawyers, I assumed that this building would be be pretty nifty, but actually it's one of the ugliest ones at the university. Carpet from the 60's, lime green with stains and chair that resemble puke. I thought it would look a lot more prestigous than this.
My blog looks nice on this computer, a lot different than on my computer at home.
So I quit my job and when I went to pick up my paystub yesterday everyone still seems to think that I work there, so they might be surprised when no one shows up on Sunday, unless someone knows I'm not comming and they are planning for this. Who knows.
Red Hot Chili Peppers concert tomorrow night - yeah!
Song - The Only Living Boy in New York - Simon & Garfunkel
The only thing I can really say about it is that I am now extremely overwhelmed by this whole thing. I'm having mini panic attacks by the hour. I'm way behind in my readings and haven't even started thinking about all the group projects and assignments I have to do for next week. I have to work tomorrow - a 12 hour shift. So no time for homework. I'm quitting my job. It seems like the most logical thing to do.
One of my professors is taking us to a high school so we can teach a lesson we prepare to a group of students so that we can practice for our student teaching. Translation: more stress. Sure I know he's doing it to benefit us, but I'm still going crazy.
Four months ago I wondered how I was going to get through the entire summer break without Lost. September 5th seemed like years away. But today finally came, and I now am the proud owner of season 2. It's shiny and new and full of episode excitement, it's like I haven't seen any of them, that's how excited I am.
School starts tomorrow. I'm vaguely excited. Mostly I just want to be done and have a job and have some money so I can move out on my own. Living with your parents is just not that much fun anymore. Well, it hasn't been for quite some time. But it gets harder and harder as the end gets closer.