22 March 2010

Screw California

And friends that are never there.

Important (relatively) bits of information and possible explanations:

I got into TFA. I'm going to be a teacher. I am so happy. I'm happy that I got it but more notably, I'm happy that I get to be a teacher. I think it's something I could love for the rest of my life. Summer training institute starts in June and after, I find out what school and grade I'll be teaching. I know this: I'll be teaching somewhere in K-8 Special Education in Phoenix or its surrounding areas. My hope is that I'll be a reading specialist. I'll be getting my Masters in Education from Arizona State University. I'm applying for loans and praying for grants. I'll be living in Phoenix for at least two more years.

I don't think I'll ever be a California girl. Well, maybe Northern California. But definitely not a city California girl. San Diego was nice to visit in December. San Francisco was as I left it three years ago: not for me. Carmel was absolutely amazing. It's the type of town I could see myself living in were I to write a fictional tale of my life. Water and natural beauty and art and grass for my toes and a breeze.

I've been in a relationship for just over six months now. Things are going well. We don't use the love-word, which is okay with me because I scare easily.

My hearing isn't what it used to be since getting an ear infection a couple years ago. I'm starting to fear that I'll go deaf as I get older and not be able to enjoy music as much. My dad is starting to.

I'm still not sure where I belong. By becoming a teacher, I think I'm on the right path. While the weather is nice during the winter, I'm not sure Phoenix is the place for me. Any guesses on where the place for me is?

-Theresa

01 March 2010

In time, she's beautiful

If you hold her back, she may never know.

My goodness, time does fly.

It's March. MARCH. What happened to the misery of August? Man, am I glad that misery is gone. In seven days I find out the judgement of TFA. In one week, I find out what I am or am not doing for the next two years of my life. Or my whole life, I suppose.

The interview went decently. I think I did well on the teaching portion of it. I taught about the difference between the three types of triangles (equilateral, isoseles, scalene) in five minutes. That's not very much time. I thought that went pretty well though. I had practiced a million times. The individual interview wasn't terrible but I'm not ever sure how I do. I only got confused by a question once. I hope that doesn't hurt me. The fact that I'm in the type of schools they send new teachers to and I want to stay there says a lot, I think. TFA thinks too, I think. AmeriCorps pays very little and I put in quite a bit of time. I haven't worked less than fifty hours a week since December. I have my fingers crossed. The first thing I'm going to do is look for housing. And then I'm going to make a new budget. Well, I'll probably drink a few clebretory beers here and there. If I don't get in, I'll be drinking a few consolatory beers. And I'll be trying to figure out what to do next. A second year of AmeriCorps never killed anyone, right?

If I get in, it's Phoenix, Denver or the Bay Area. I considered a few other places but I guess I settled for those. I haven't lived in Phoenix long enough to love or hate it. I'm not sure I actually want to live in the Bay Area. I think we all know my feelings on Denver.

The rest:

Five months and counting, it seems.
I cooked for ten hours on Saturday and I'd do it again in a second.
I regularly drive on the freeway but still drive more than an hour a day.
TFATFATFATFATFATFATFA.
There isn't a feeling I haven't eaten in the last few months.
I miss sleeping through the night.
And feeling rested.
Stephanie comes to visit in a week.
Justin and Natalie come to visit 8 April.
SUPER EXCITED.
FATFATFATFATFATFATATFAT.
Thyroids are stupid.
So are strange skin discolorations.
How do you define settling?
I would drink anything out of a mason jar.

-Theresa