End of Orientation

People, my orientation cycle has been completed for this semester. No more breakout sessions on subjects best tackled by a handout. Unfortunately, this also means I now have to provide breakfast and lunch again. Shucks. Actually, it's a good thing that the food's gone now. I like the occasional grease bomb, but I miss my veggies. I had a whole plate for dinner simply because I missed them. There's only so much meat-cheese-cracker plates you can eat, really. And I look forward to oatmeal again. If I can get up in time for breakfast tomorrow. I will sleep like the dead until the sun drags me out of bed. I won't even have the energy for kicking and screaming.

Let's see. No blog yesterday, since I received a phone call before I got around to it, and then went to bed. So today, I must tell you about butt cheek girl, kitties, Queen. Yes, it *does* make sense. Really.

After orientation yesterday, four of us decided to explore the mall here in Dirt Town USA. This is where butt cheek girl and her only slightly better dressed friend made their appearances. I swear, what happened to underwear? We spent an hour or so in Victoria's Secret, so I know they still make the stuff. But(t) why don't girls wear it anymore? I'm sure they don't want to flash their fluff at perfect strangers in the mall. Surely they don't. Please tell me they don't.

I'll start out with butt cheek girl, since I'm on the topic. This skinny little tramp had a skirt that barely came up to (not even trying for past, here) the top of her ass crack. The bottom edge, however, was worse. A good inch of butt cheek winked at me every step she took. It was like a tube top out of denim, only it didn't do nearly that "good" a job of covering up areas that ought to be covered. It couldn't have been wider than my handspand. It was sick. And then, the unimaginable happened. She went up the stairs. I'm surprised, actually, that her belt didn't flip up around her waist as she trotted (!) up the stairs in that ridiculous scrap of denim. Thankfully, she was only walking in front of us for a few minutes, or I'd have had to have a little talk with her about modesty, and the illegal nature of prostitution. Her friend was wearing a few sizes larger skirt, which somehow was proportionally much less slutty. It was still very tacky, but her ass wasn't hanging out, and she didn't flash me when she went up the stairs.

So. We also found a nice store for nasty sayings. Mostly in the form of refrigerator magnets. One of my favorites was: "Watch it, Mr. Testosterone. You can be replaced by a zucchini." They all featured men and women from the forties and fifties, and that made the quotes much funnier. Unfortunately, I had already purchased my quota of stuff, and was denied a tacky pin. I'll make my way back there some time, with a gift certificate or something.

I bought a new CD (several actually). One of them was a set of the Greatest Queen. I'm satisfied with that purchase, as I had been missing out on those songs since I moved here.

We also walked past the pet store, and that was sad. I waited around the corner for them to finish in the store, and then we ate pizza and talked about things in our class that had pissed us off. That last bit was fun, and then we left. I got back quite late, but it was fun.

Now, for today's blog post, please note that I am still exhausted, and that I am going to curl up with the Dan Rather book, and read until I crash. So I will not be writing all that much.

I start classes Monday. I'll tell you all about it that night, when I get back. I have yet to do my homework, but that's for Saturday. Today, there will be no homework beyond the book. I plan to shop for food tomorrow as well. Then it's church on Sunday, and I start grading papers Monday. Five hours a week starting the first week of class. No, I am not qualified, but no one really seems to care. This first batch might be graded a little screwy, since half the graders are new.

Other than that, I am strongly considering becoming a document instructor instead of a classroom instructor. I feel that this first semester will prep me for that, and the second semester, if spent as a DI, will give me an excellent source of experience for the CI position that next fall. I'm joined in my desire by one other, while the rest seem perfectly happy going with the system. Maybe my view will change through the semester. You can never tell with me.

Well, that's about it. Boring, I know, but imagine how my day was, if that's all I have to say about it? Yikes. There might be more, but I don't feel like putting it here, I guess. Just little frustrations that are better left unaddressed. Like I paid rent today, and it always makes me sad to write such a big check. That kind of thing.

Well, good night, and whatever.

END.