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I'm so absolutely bored. I've been in my house since Friday night and haven't gotten out except to run to wal-mart this morning. It was a decent Christmas, but now I'm just plumb bored. Usually we spend Christmas at my Nanna's house with all of my relatives coming in and out. Well of course, since my Nanna is no longer with us, Christmas was a bit different this year. We stayed here at the house and had a big breakfast. Then me, mom, dad, and my brother opened presents. One of my uncles and my aunt came over to visit for about an hour. Then 3 of my cousins came and had Christmas Supper with us. It just wasn't the same. We all got good Christmas presents though. I'm sitting in the living room on my laptop with my new wireless internet. It's great. I get to watch football and blog all at the same time. I got a few new CD's, a book, clothes, and a laptop briefcase. I've watched a ton of movies, checked out every website known to man, and now I'm

I really just cannot seem to get a break! It's absolutely ridiculous. Tonight at church we were doing a repeat of our Sunday Christmas Program. What a complete joke. Everything went wrong. The singing was off, the music was off. It just wasn't good at all. Well I'm in charge of the "drama." (Both literally and figuratively). We had performed 2 songs Sunday. Well in the middle of the first song tonight, I realize that I'm missing a boy for the 2nd song. It was far to late to replace him, so I send a guy down to our pastor to let him know that we were only doing one song. Well for some reason the message doesn't get across. So after the end of the first song, I hightail it down from the balcony where I had been running the spotlight to tell the kids that we aren't doing the 2nd song. I have to then run across the stage and turn all the lights back on. My pastor still doesn't get what's going on, and I'm on the platform in front of the entire

I don't need any encouraging comments to this blog. I don't even want anyone to feel sorry for me. After a good night's sleep, my misery won't be so large. But for right this moment, I just want to wallow just a bit in all of my sad, negative feelings. I am so sick of being the 3rd, 6th, or 9th wheel!! Everyone I hang out with is married or dating, and it's about to drive me to gagging. You know, I'm all glad they have someone, and that they feel all warm and cheery inside, but could you please wait to the privacy of your own backseat, or where ever it is that you are alone and do all that nasty cuddling and "I can't keep my hands off of you" crap! No 22, newly college graduate girl wants to see it especially near the holidays. I'm a very independent, self-confident person; however, I'm not dumb to the obvious. I can realize that I'm the only single person sitting at the table and that my parents are picking up the tab for me. It's

I have a new favorite Christmas CD. It's one by Reliant K! For those of you not familiar with Reliant K, they are a punk rock Christian/crossover band. They take some old Christmas Carols and give them a new flair. There's nothing like "Deck The Halls" with electric guitars. My favorite song is their rendition of "The 12 Days of Christmas." They add in a little riff that says "What's a partridge, and what's a pear tree? I don't know, so please don't ask me. But I can beat they are terrible gifts to get!' For a "small, sleepy town", there is always some type of drama going on. It just never ends, but it's something I've learned to accept. The drama here usually includes others, and I somehow get dragged into it. (I promise to the dear Lord, I am ALWAYS an innocent bystander.) Anywaz, last night at church we had Drama Team practice, getting ready for our Christmas program. I was leaving a friend's house and I said

Only a week has passed, but oh so much has happened. Let me recap.... Thursday was my last day at O'Bannon. I didn't cry contrary to popular belief. We had all our students playing "The Game" which was a jeopardy type trivia game for their 9-weeks test, so everyone was too caught up in the hoopla of the game to really think about missing me. After school, I went with my CT on his bus route, and he made me drive the bus on the way back to the school. Don't worry, all the kids were already safely delivered to their homes. I must say that it was pretty fun to drive the bus, and I did a good job! Thursday night, my CT and his wife came over for dinner and an exchange of presents. All the kids had made me cards telling me goodbye and how much they would miss me. Then I got a Jr. High Football game jersey with my name on the back, a practice t-shirt, a football helmet, and a football signed by my CT. I must say I got a bit teary-eyed reading the cards. Friday was gradua

The trip to Montgomery, AL was a blast. The people that were hosting us, the Children's defense fund, didn't have a clue about what they were doing, but O'Bannon High School had a great time regardless. We were on a charter bus with 3 other schools, but O'Bannon kept the bus CRUNK (as my students would say.) We brought movies to watch and even broke into a rendition of "The Jefferson's" theme song, among other songs. Then we stayed up til 2:30 playing UNO and Spades with the kids in the hotel room. Monday we went to the Rosa Parks museum and the Civil Rights museum. Both of those were pretty cool. We were suppose to go to a re-enactment of the Mass Meeting where Al Sharpton was preaching, but our kids voted to stay at the hotel and play cards. That night one of the students braided my hair. I had corn-rows. It was GREAT! My CT thought I was one of the other students when he first saw me. Anywaz, it was a great time, and I really got to connect with the stu

....and I decided not to go back to Delta State. The most asked question has been, "Do you feel good about your decision?" My answer: Yes I do. In my heart, I knew I didn't want to go back to school (at least not as a student). However, I also knew that my offer was amazing, and therefore extremely hard to walk away from. Yet in the end, I had to take advice from the movie Braveheart as I was reminded by my CT. "Your heart is free. Have the courage to follow it." Among other encouraging words from others (Thanks to all of you) I was able to make the best choice that would make me the happiest. Let's face it, yes I have the rest of my life to teach, but I also have the rest of my life to go back to school. For now, I'm ready to teach, to change lives, to make an impact. I don't feel like I can do that adequately sitting in a classroom at DSU writing papers. Don't get me wrong, I do want to go back and get my master's and maybe even move up in