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november 14, 2001.
I kinda lost a day in there somewhere. Yesterday was my big academic day, and of course there was an assignment due, and of course I left it to the last minute. My entire free morning was taken up with frantic writing, which segued nicely into class-dinner-class. After the evening class we were asked - well, told, really - to attend an evening of refined entertainment at the Axe. To make a long story short, by 10 p.m. the Boy & I were splitting a pitcher & watching a rather ribald hypnotist act. By 11 p.m. strangers in cowboy hats were trying to pick a fight by calling a female colleague and myself "assholes." By 12 p.m. I was smoking the Anti-Stephen's cigarettes. By 1 a.m. I was falling into a sodden, dehydrated slumber after finishing the round of debauchery & completely blowing off journalling and my daily yoga "homework."
A good night, yeah. We managed to stick with a single necessary pitcher that made me looped and yet stayed within our "no money" budget. Lots of girls I have studied with for a year an a half were disarmingly affectionate, if drunk. Even the fight was kind of fun; it was one of those 'keeping our seats in a crowded bar' territory wrangles and basically came down to myself (5'5") & Tina (5 nothing) getting quietly but determinedly in the faces of brawny boys with cowboy hats who were after the seats of people from our party (who had left momentarily for the bathroom.) Tina, who is on staff, was dealing with it when I had a shitkickingpunk identity crisis and popped up to join her.
The problem with this is that I'm a huge chicken. Conflict, real physical conflict with strangers, makes my insides cold & prickly. I usually have to fight to retain any backbone whatsoever. This time I had the added fun of defusing the 2 male colleagues who were more than willing to RSVP the bar brawl invitation. (Un)Fortunately the Boy was deep in an autohypnotic trance during the revelry and missed his change to defend my "honour." The Anti-Stephen did his part by bumming cigarettes from the enemy.
Throughout the night I found myself mourning for all the drinking hours between now the next meeting of my Angels. Yes, I miss them that much.
I also found out last night that the only theatre in the area has been sold out of Harry Potter premiere tickets for a week and a half. It's all very distressing; I've been waiting for this movie for more than a year, only to be foiled by its own popularity. What a fucking weird situation. Last night I couldn't stop muttering I wished I lived somewhere instead of nowhere. Bah.
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Today was, as you might imagine, a very sleepy day. Nine of us took a tour of our field placement school over lunch hour, which was exciting & harrowing at the same time. On the upside, I already know some of the kids & teachers from church. On the downside, I realized today how nervous I really am about this placement. I'm excited that my teacher is considered excellent; I'm less excited that I'm teaching 5 grades below my last experience. It all seems like such a horrible jump & not very much fun at all. But I'm sure I'll have a blast. It'll be just like my Monday's in the Grade 6 class, only I'll be responsible for 3 weeks of instruction.
Oooo. Can't wait.
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this time 3 years ago: this isn't me, i'm not mechanical