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this town rips the bones from your back

Horrendously bad Civil War game. ’nuff said.There might be a possible Special Education teaching position here in Lane County. Not sure. Detail to follow.

 

I’ll be a good boy… from now on

It has been a long while since I’ve written here, in my defense, winter term was the hardest/ most intense/ most stressful term I have ever had. Through a battery of tests (PRAXIS I, GRE, PRAXIS II, MAT), a full schedule of classes, sixty hours of working at Edison, and working at Carson–I was everywhere but where I wanted to be. However, because of last term I think that I do best when my time is taken up… by some grace, I actually got two A’s this term. I find this astounding as I am notoriously a B (if I’m lucky) student. Of course the courses I did well in where SPED classes, but that just leads to my next point: rejection! I started off my spring break with a letter saying that I didn’t make the cut for the graduate program in Special Education. Oh well, I think I was naive to expect to have a chance at one of the top school in the nation. I am still waiting to hear about the Middle/Secondary Grad program–if that falls through, it should get interesting (read that as: I’ll be mowing lawns). I’m stuck between a rock and apathy… not getting in would put me in a pinch, but at the same time, what does it matter? At worst it would just delay my plans. Oh well.

In other news: my spring break was very good. I was in the car for well over 1,200 miles. I think I have a permanent imprint of my wallet. First I went to Hoodriver for the wedding of my RA from my freshman year. It was a nice wedding, it was good to see Bowlby after a couple of years. The reception was in the Columbia Gorge Hotel, which was amazing. The only bad thing about going to the wedding was that Jessica couldn’t come with, she loves weddings–especially the reception.

The next day, my dad and I drove down to Ashland. It was great just to talk and listen to music. Once we got to Ashland, I got see my dad’s old dorm rooms. He told me stories of his college days, I am somewhat disappointed, because his stories makes my college days seen pale. Overall, it was a very fun time, I definitely don’t hang out with my dad as much I would like to, but the tripped assured me that if my dad and I were the same age, I’d probably would have hung out with him.

After a few days back at my parent’s house, seeing family, roto-tilling, and watching tv, my family (the four of us, not our whole family) drove to Victoria, B.C., in my younger days my family would go to British Columbia every summer to camp. We saw various different spots where we used to camp, or the bakery we used to go to (best baked goods, ever), and the beach where we used to go clamming. Of course this induced tears, not mine–my mom’s, I do have to admit that it does feel weird to see these spots from a new angle (and I don’t mean because I am taller). It brought back a lot of good memories about going Canada, even though some of them did involve fires, drunks, and stolen toys. It is weird to realize that I have grown up, I can’t be bathed in the Prince William Sound any more. The perspective has changed but the boy hasn’t.

If I’m well you can tell she’s been with me now

Excluding German 201, things are going good, well, relatively. I have now come to the conclusion (in my waning months of my senior year) that I have chosen the wrong major for myself, this isn’t to say that Philosophy isn’t super-fantastic, because it is, but it is not as super-fantastic Education or Special Education. Ironically, in the remaining three terms I have left at the University of Oregon I think i have found my calling, I’ve always been a late bloomer, so why does this surprise me? So as you may have guessed I am taking a Special Education (SPED) and an Education (ED) class and I and I feel as though I am extremely successful at them. I may be getting my second and third ‘A’s of my college career (also ironic, my first ‘A’ was achieved in the first term of my Freshman year.) I can easily understand the material, the reading is engaging (oh, and 14th century Jewish philosophy isn’t fun reading?) so I think i might have made a small mistake being a Philosophy major, I should have gone with my life long gut feeling of education. Any road….
So I’ve hurt myself again, while playing racquetball I went flying backwards into a wall, making for a spectacular pup on my back. To make a long and quite unspectacular story short, the doctors aren’t sure yet what I did to my ribs except that they hurt and that I needed strong pain killers. On the subject of pain killers, may i just say that as a person who doesn’t sleep well, these are a small little angles with Vicodin stamped on them. So needless to say the last couple of days I’ve been very well rested.
I’ve come to the conclusion that i enjoy living by myself, lets just put it this way: I can be the master of my own domain. My messes are my own and therefore i’m not as disgusted cleaning them up. I don’t think I was meant to live with people who I’m not particularly close to… There is just something wrong about cutting a tube of sausage and then leaving both the wrapper and the knife out on the counter all day, needless to say, it wasn’t my sausage. ick. If I try the path of good naturedness and understanding means I’m a good person right? Or a Schmuck?
Finally, its really nice to see two parts of your life fit together so well. I really enjoy seeing Jessica hanging around with my family. First, it was my sister came and stayed with me for a couple of days, we played mini golf, played video games (which i kicked her butt at Dance Dance Revolution), and had a somewhat impromptu parade. Jessica and Meagan seem to really enjoy each other’s company, especially when it comes to making fun of me, which is fine by me because it is a sign of respect or at least admiration… or so I’m told. And then when Jessica and I spent the day with my mom, it just feels like one big family… i wish my family liked me as much as they liked Jessica, but you’ve got to take what you can get. I don’t think i realized how important my family’s feelings about my girlfriend were until (I finally got a girlfriend) saw Jessica with everyone of my family members and how much they liked and adored her. Best chance I ever took.

all right, Vicodin is kicking in, time for bed.