Sick, but otherwise, its the coming weekend...of work ( Read more... )

Hey yall...though who reads this. Hello lovely echo of my own voice!

Teaching is the hardest profession in the world. Worthwhile, yes, kick your butt so that you don't have any time to reflect upon your existence...merely existing, oh yes.

Of note, MCAT studying is difficult but I'm finding the motivation.

Peace to you all

Haha, they said that he was done for. They said that he was "warshed" up. They can only kick a man down, but he's gonna get back up, right? Right ( Read more... )

The job front: much to do, but interviews up the wazoo. Still no word on the teaching front, though I hope to get a gig teaching secondary students the world of science ( Read more... )

So, here's the update. I'm leaving JHU for employment opportunities. Other than that, life is peachy.

That's that.

where to begin...to begin the beginning would mean to revisit the chaos, spiraling, aieee ( Read more... )

My father, when he wore a younger man's clothes, was walking across a street in Los Angelas. He was stopped by a motorcycle police officer, we'll call him Erik Estrada (or EE for short), who proceded to write him a ticket for jaywalking. My father, perplexed, asked why he was stopped while others, including many people around him, were crossing at ( Read more... )

I blink, and yet I don't see a thing. I shake my head, sit up, and take account of the situation. Its night. When I laid down in the bed, there was still light out of the window of my bedroom. My bedroom, so this must be my bed underneath me. I look to my left, and the blanket rises over the sleeping figure. She's still asleep, murmuring a single ( Read more... )

My friend K. calls. I can't pick up the phone due to the wet concrete that I'm spackling to the wall (ah, sweet spatula of steel, how we smooth out the grey blobs that cover over the holes in my brick walls). He leaves a message. Another call, this time from another friend, D. He's reiterating the call K. made. Then another call from K ( Read more... )

allergies, three bags of vending machine Snyder's honey mustard pretzels, oscar robertson playing, in lab late night, parents in town until the 20th, money, sex, drugs (pills that make me less susceptible to those nasty little yellow plant sperms), two bottles of fiji water (found in lab), a sports illustrated, a sick girlfriend, an angry boss, two ( Read more... )