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Took the midnight train going anywhere
Posted by Cory , Saturday, May 30, 2009 2:06 PM
Just try and tell me that this isn't awesome.
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We ran like vampires from a thousand burning suns
Posted by Cory , Wednesday, May 27, 2009 3:13 PM
Ireland came and went. It was amazing and one of the greatest moments of my life to date. And now, it's back to reality.
Life is, once again, all about my project. There are six days left in the school year, which means that I have six days in which to get supervisor observations and yet another video done. The rest is all rewriting various bits of my project, and the whole thing isn't due back to Boise until July 21 (happy birthday to me, indeed). To my own surprise, I actually feel confident that Boss Lady and I can knock out the really pressing parts this week and then I can breathe easier knowing that I won't have to try and work things out with the group home over the summer.
Summer! I talked to Boss Lady about my summer schedule this morning, and while I know she was trying to talk it up to reassure me (based on an e-mail I wrote her a few weeks ago), I feel pretty good about it. For the moment, anyway.
We walk alone
Posted by Cory , Wednesday, May 6, 2009 6:25 PM
T-minus 2 work days until I'm out of here for two weeks. SO. EXCITED. Also exciting? IBI ladies' happy hour Friday afternoon. And seeing "Spamalot" with my mom Friday night. And flying to DC Saturday morning. And flying to Ireland Sunday evening. And spending ten days in Ireland.
I'm trying to ride out the last few weeks of the school year with a little bit of grace and patience. It's going to be tough, of this I am sure. The teachers and I sat down this afternoon and talked about how The Switch was going, and I was able to be honest without crying and without getting defensive. It was nice to clear the air and at least lay the cards on the table, so to speak. They asked me if I had plans for next year and I definitely lied and told them I didn't know. To be honest, I don't. At this point, I'm basically looking for any excuse to look for a new job and/or move out of Godforsaken. My boss wants to put me with two more difficult kids over the summer, and I think it just may break my spirit completely. With the discouragement of failing my project the first time around, I don't know if doing IBI is worth it anymore. I don't know. Time for a novena, I guess.
Rip my heart right out
Posted by Cory , Saturday, May 2, 2009 3:40 PM
I belong to the Seattle Mariners LJ group, and it's been pretty quiet there since the season started. It's not that the Ms are playing poorly, overall; in fact, they're leading the AL West by 3.5 games. Last night it was tied 7-7 against the As, and Jose Lopez stayed alive through 14 pitches to finally get the base hit that brought Endy Chavez home, winning the game. Anyway, someone posted in the LJ group, asking why no one was posting now that we're in the thick of the season. This reply sums it up nicely: "We're too stunned to post, and too jaded to be optimistic."
Sorry, that just made me giggle.
Other things that are making me happy:
-This time next week, I'll be in DC with Schmoopy.
-A week from tomorrow, we'll be on our way to Ireland.
-Awesomeness shall ensue.
Always the first star that I find
Posted by Cory , Thursday, April 30, 2009 7:03 PM
"A long time ago I went to a concert with my friend Rebecca. Rebecca can sing better than anybody I've ever heard sing. I heard this folksinger was coming to town, and I thought she might like to see him because she was a singer too. The tickets were twenty bucks, which is a lot to pay if you're not on a date. Between songs, though, he told a story that helped me resolve some things about God. The story was about his friend who is a Navy SEAL. He told it like it was true, so I guess it was true, although it could have been a lie.
"The folksinger said his friend was performing a covert operation, freeing hostages from a building in some dark part of the world. His friend's team flew in by helicopter, made their way to the compound and stormed into the room where the hostages had been imprisoned for months. The room, the folksinger said, was filthy and dark. The hostages were curled up in a corner, terrified. When the SEALS entered the room, they heard the gasps of the hostages. They stood at the door and called to the prisoners, telling them that they were Americans. The SEALS asked the hostages to follow them, but the hostages wouldn't. They sat there on the floor and hid their eyes in fear. They were not of healthy mind and didn't believe their rescuers were really Americans.
"The SEALS stood there, not knowing what to do. They couldn't possibly carry everybody out. One of the SEALS, the folksinger's friend, got an idea. He put down his weapon, took off his helmet, and curled up tightly next to the other hostages, getting so close that his body was touching some of theirs. He softened the look on his face and put his arms around them. He was trying to show that he was one of them. None of the prison guards would have done this. He stayed there for a little while until some of the hostages started to look at him, finally meeting his eyes. The Navy SEAL whispered that they were Americans and were there to rescue them. Will you follow us? he said. The hero stood to his feet and one of the hostages did the same, then another, until all of them were willing to go. The story ends with all the hostages safe on an American aircraft carrier.
"I never liked it when the preachers said we had to follow Jesus. Sometimes they would make Him sound angry. But I liked the story the folksinger told. I liked the idea of Jesus becoming man, so that we would be able to trust Him, and I liked that He healed people and loved them and cared deeply about how people were feeling."
-Donald Miller, Blue Like Jazz
Oh, California in the summer, and my hair is growing long
Posted by Cory 4:44 PM
Many sleeps ago, I had planned on doing Bloomsday this year. That's definitely not happening. Also, won't be doing the run in the RC that same weekend (seriously, who plans a fun run on the same weekend as freaking Bloomsday?? Someone didn't think that one through).
I think I finally discovered just how far my technology-geekdom reaches: I saw a commercial (or something, I don't even remember now) for the Kindle last night, and Handsy sighed about how badly she wanted one. I have to say, I don't quite understand the point of them, not to mention the appeal. Maybe it's just me, but I prefer an actual book. You know, with pages. I know, right? Who knew I was such a snob?
9 days till Ireland. I may pass out.
I had vague plans to clean this afternoon.
The devil's in the details; he's got your gold watch and chain
Posted by Cory , Tuesday, April 28, 2009 7:43 PM
I have no idea what Fail (AKA Sassbucket and/or Schmoopy) and I were thinking when we decided to go to Ireland. We're leaving in 12 days (12 days!) and I am living in a constant state of panic attack. I've never been very skilled at packing lightly, but I'm trying my damnedest to scale back and (I hope, I hope) I'll be able to throw everything into the backpack I borrowed from my brother. I'm afraid of both over-packing and under-packing. It's a tough life for the Europe-bound.
Spent the evening after work making what will forever be known as Sunshine's Vegetable Soup. The nice thing about the frigid weather we've been having this week is I don't feel too weird about making soup for dinner; come August, no way. There's something about using herbs you grew yourself and organic vegetables that's so much more satisfying than cooking any other way. I like. Tomorrow, I'm baking bread to replenish our supply. LOOK AT ME BEING DOMESTIC.
(Apologies for the all-caps look. I've been reading the archives on dooce.com a little too much)
Work developments:
1. Finally told middle school staff exactly what I think about their stupid split-schedule idea. Did not mention that I won't be back next year for them to jerk around. Satisfaction: +1.
2. Last day with J is a week from today. Pardon me while I do a cartwheel, followed by a happy dance.
3. Spent an hour and a half after staffing yesterday going over my poor, defeated little project with M, Boss Lady and KJ. Then I came home and wept. I feel a little better about it now. I have until June 4 to correct the mistakes and resubmit. And if I don't pass yet again? Time to look for a new job! Woo!
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