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lotusbiosmIt's 8:41 on a Friday night. Do you know where your Empress is? She's at home, alone watching The Real World (Las Vegas, no less). I think some of my loyal subjects need to come and rescue me.
Monday, I had an interview for a job doing education programs at the Jewish Historical society. I'm going to meet with her again. I wore my suit, but it is sooo hot here, that I took it off as soon as I got home. That evening I had my Kaplan audition, which I passed. However, I have to bring up my math score in order to teach for them. We'll see. Tuesday I had another interview, which is the one I really want, as it's 20 hours a week during the day, but only for the semester. Again, we'll see. I killed my feet wearing heels and walking on the pavement- got blisters on the tops of my toes. Ouch! But they're healing, thanks to band-aids, Neosporin, and wearing sandals.
Wednesday was the first day of class. I had my exhibit design class on Wednesday night, which was interesting. Lots of people in a small room and no AC, but good. Thursday I had Museum Theory, which sounds good. One of the readings is from James Young, who was bascally the major theorist I used in my thesis. So I get to be discussion leader that week. It's weird- it's like taking multiple honors seminars- classes only meet once a week. There's more writing, and lots of reading, but they're seminars, which means 25% class participation grade. Huzzah. I love me some class participation. I was worried I'd be the only first year in any of my classes, but I'm not, so that's good. Tuesday I have Anthro. In other academic news, I copied the readings for design and bought the packet for theory today and bought all the other books I need but one (which they didn't have). And I got my loan check and took it to the bank, so now I can pay things like rent. Again, Huzzah. Money may be the root of all evil, but it also buys you food.
The boy left the country on Tuesday. I didn't even get to say goodbye :( He was supposed to call, and I was home all afternoon, though I may have been taking a siesta when he called, but he wasn't listed in my missed calls (which I have now deleted, in order to stave off Bridget Jones-like obsessive checking of my missed call log). But stuff happens, so I get it. And I know that he is alive, as he has updated his livejournal twice (though he has not emailed me... hmpf). I know how hard it is to reach people when you are overseas, but hopefully he'll have easier access to the internet than I did. And hopefully he has a desire to maintain contact with me (Europe's great for creating distance if that's what one desires, trust me). I am jealous b/c he's in Florence where I'm sure it is pretty. And maybe I can get to visit him. *crosses fingers*
Ok, I think those are the major points- job interviews, going to school, missing my boy. It is hot here, and I spend excessive amounts of time hiding out in my room, where there is Air Conditioning. I know I should be going out and doing things, but I have no one to do said things with, and lack the motivation to do things alone. I need an OG to come knock on my door and make me go participate. It's the pitfall of a big city- there's tons of stuff to do, but more effort to do it. Ok, it is now 11 (I was on the phone with [Bad username or site: @ livejournal.com]). I think it is time to get ready for bed. Phone calls this weekend are welcome.
Monday, I had an interview for a job doing education programs at the Jewish Historical society. I'm going to meet with her again. I wore my suit, but it is sooo hot here, that I took it off as soon as I got home. That evening I had my Kaplan audition, which I passed. However, I have to bring up my math score in order to teach for them. We'll see. Tuesday I had another interview, which is the one I really want, as it's 20 hours a week during the day, but only for the semester. Again, we'll see. I killed my feet wearing heels and walking on the pavement- got blisters on the tops of my toes. Ouch! But they're healing, thanks to band-aids, Neosporin, and wearing sandals.
Wednesday was the first day of class. I had my exhibit design class on Wednesday night, which was interesting. Lots of people in a small room and no AC, but good. Thursday I had Museum Theory, which sounds good. One of the readings is from James Young, who was bascally the major theorist I used in my thesis. So I get to be discussion leader that week. It's weird- it's like taking multiple honors seminars- classes only meet once a week. There's more writing, and lots of reading, but they're seminars, which means 25% class participation grade. Huzzah. I love me some class participation. I was worried I'd be the only first year in any of my classes, but I'm not, so that's good. Tuesday I have Anthro. In other academic news, I copied the readings for design and bought the packet for theory today and bought all the other books I need but one (which they didn't have). And I got my loan check and took it to the bank, so now I can pay things like rent. Again, Huzzah. Money may be the root of all evil, but it also buys you food.
The boy left the country on Tuesday. I didn't even get to say goodbye :( He was supposed to call, and I was home all afternoon, though I may have been taking a siesta when he called, but he wasn't listed in my missed calls (which I have now deleted, in order to stave off Bridget Jones-like obsessive checking of my missed call log). But stuff happens, so I get it. And I know that he is alive, as he has updated his livejournal twice (though he has not emailed me... hmpf). I know how hard it is to reach people when you are overseas, but hopefully he'll have easier access to the internet than I did. And hopefully he has a desire to maintain contact with me (Europe's great for creating distance if that's what one desires, trust me). I am jealous b/c he's in Florence where I'm sure it is pretty. And maybe I can get to visit him. *crosses fingers*
Ok, I think those are the major points- job interviews, going to school, missing my boy. It is hot here, and I spend excessive amounts of time hiding out in my room, where there is Air Conditioning. I know I should be going out and doing things, but I have no one to do said things with, and lack the motivation to do things alone. I need an OG to come knock on my door and make me go participate. It's the pitfall of a big city- there's tons of stuff to do, but more effort to do it. Ok, it is now 11 (I was on the phone with [Bad username or site: @ livejournal.com]). I think it is time to get ready for bed. Phone calls this weekend are welcome.
