| Current mood: |  confused |
ok ok ok - it's been awhile I know. And seeing from mo's message to Jim, I don't even know if anyone is reading these things anymore. But if they are, then here's a new blurty.
Everything is going OK. I went home last week just to relax and think about stuff, because I'm not sure about school and if I should be majoring in psychology. I know I still have a year to choose a definate major, but I just always assumed I'd be a psychologist...and now I'm not so sure. The schooling will be a lot, and I don't think I'll be very good at it. My friend Nell the other day, jokingly said that I was the person who needed the psychologist, not the person who was the psychologist. I just laughed...she doesn't know I go to one, and she thought it was funny, so I let it be.
I'm excited for next week - I'm visiting shannon at Desales, so that should be fun. The following week Deirdre and I are going to a play, because my uncle has tickets he isn't using, and gave them to me. I forget the name of the play, but its a Bill Irwin production. Irwin is supposed to be pretty funny, so it should be good. Then, on the 15th my uncle will be in town. He's taking me to dinner and then to see De LaGuarda. I'm really excited to see him.
I got really excited the other day because my aunt sent me an email. We're close and stuff, but its usually my uncle that writes to me, so it was nice getting something from my aunt.
Last night I called home, and my parents started arguing on the phone over who was going to speak to me first. I may have immature assholes as parents, but I am lucky to atleast have my uncle and aunt as sane individuals.
Work is going well. The kids like me. They are between 8 and 12. The girls are a little difficult to get used to though, because they are always asking questions and analyzing me to see if I'm cool enough. I help this one boy, Miquel, a lot. On wedsnesday, when I came in, he had his books open, and he told me he was waiting for me. That kinda scared me, because I don't want him to be upset the days I'm not there. It is cool though that he had his books open, and ready to work, because he had to repeat 1st grade, and he hates studying. I feel like I'm really helping him.
The kids are funny, because I'm the only white person, and they always make comments to each other about how I'm their sister. I don't mind - its cool.
Ok...so I updated...another will come soon...i promise.
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