sending out the ma~~ to katie B and the kitty whose name I have spelled three ways and they all look wrong

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Jen, so doomed and it's fantastic!

...SHE DIDN'T FUCKING READ IT.

There must be something in the air. I had my final tonight (which I rocked on!) and stopped by my other prof's office to pick up my final project and paper. I emailed him yesterday to remind him that I'd be by tonight. Got there and he hadn't graded either yet.

He skimmed my 12 page paper, declared it great and gave me a 100 on it. Then, he skimmed my final project (a five part portfolio), gave me a wee bit of feedback, declared it great and gave me a 100 on it.

Now, I'm not gonna complain about the grades, but he in no way shape or form actually read my work. And, yes, this was an education class (secondary methods).

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I passed all my education courses without learning very much, unfortunately. It left me severely unsuited to actually teach.

Massive jobma vibes to Katie and hang-on-happy vibes to Chloe.

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Oh, my, yes, I am getting that feeling.

I got my M.A. in English at this school, and it went slick as snot. The School of Ed is...pretty fucking hellacious.

So my friend came over and brought junk food and cola, amongst other happy making, and talked me down off my rage. I'll just have to take those last 6 hours in the fall, when I start teaching. My advisor said I could take 6 hours of independent study with her, and write a unit plan. So, I'll just fill out a new FAFSA for the fall, or maybe with a new job, I can just (ugh) pay the tuition up front.

Still am GRRR, but more mellow, have-plan-grr. At least now I can stop dinking around with the portfolio -- it's done -- and starts sending out mad resumes.

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Hi all! I had a long meara, but then I hit the wrong button, and lost it, so -ma to those who need it, and yay to Stephanie and Chi-Kat for end of school and to doomed Jen.

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Erin, you know that paper you proofed for me? I got a 95. Go, me! And, thanks again!

Deena, I'm a bit scared of the same thing happening to me. I've had one methods class with the secondary English person and she rocked. I'm taking another one with her in the fall, so I hope it's another good class.

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Chikat, it's pretty scary. I was a crap teacher. If I'd had a better grounding, and if I'd been prepared for the politics and the administration, I might have been a better one. I hope your education prepares you better, though education can not replace the first year of teaching (aka learning by fire). Being aware of your shortcomings as the teaching progresses will help you address them. I think you and Erin will be awesome teachers.

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I read everything yesterdy and was writing a post when my powercord slipped and I lost everything. A lack of electricity euthanized my meara.

No no no, the echidna isn't evil enough. Helio Castr-r-r-roneves is way evil, with his dastardly schemes and twirling his moustache.

t dies laughing Thank you billytea! ( I hear this every time an annoucer mentions him on the teevee. In your voice. Still funny. )

FASTER PUSSYCAT! KILL!KILL! -ma

Oh Erin, that is horrible but you turn a hell of a phase.

and I just feel like a totally and completely inadequate friend.

Clearly peope will have already shook the sense into you (as I am catching up from the last 24 hours still) but, vw, you are such an amazing friend, especially to J.

There are other Buffistas on OkCupid?

I did the test but am still Not Ready to Date. Granted, I am never ready to date. I just start talking to someone and end up living with them as actual dating stresses me. Or at least I have three times. It seems like enough of a pattern so far that I should work with it.

And now he's not phoned me yet to confirm his all-but job offer. Argh.

We hateses this. When people all but offer you a job, they should damn well follow through and offer you the damn job.

So the woman I am working with at this temp thing (an advertising agency) asked me if I could come in an hour early tomorrow. Sure, I say. Turns out she and the CEO want to go with the high level account exec / ideas sort of guy to a client meeting tomorrow. It's pretty continuing the interview / evaluation thing we've been doing for a week and a half. In a trial by fire sort of way. send the ~ma! I am giddy happy. And nervous.

The owner, in theory, is supposed to decide by next Tuesday whether he wants to bring in someone new (um? ME dammit...). They do desperately need someone and I am a good fit for the Many Hats in Charge of Lots of Things position we are discussing.

Did I mention YIPPEEEEEEEEEEEEEE?

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Crap.

I really need to take an Ambien tonight so I can not stress about tomorrow, not stay up whilst stressing about tomorrow and get up refreshed and early tomorrow to "make a good impression" -- and lure people into giving me money regularly.

The problem? Not sure if I took it yet. I was definitely thinking about it. Even planning on it. But did I? In between grabbing an outfit out of my closet and checking the alarm clock, I don't have a clue if I did or not.

Guess I will wait twenty minutes and see if I am sleepy/sleeping.

On the clothes thing, I am doing black suit pants and a gray dressy but casual feel cashmere sweater. Does this work? It's a business but not suit kind of day so far as I can tell.

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Good luck tomorrow, Cass.

I think the outfit sounds nice.

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