(I tried to title this R&R Week, but the ampersand was not welcome.)
This is my rest and relaxation week. No school. No work. A whole week of nothing.
Not really. Without school or work, though, it sure feels like break!
First off, View Club shots. I don’t have too many because I wasn’t on that end of campus much this past semester, but I managed my shots when I could.
Another day of hidden mountains. We’ve since had a brush fire in our foothills. It was a few blocks away from our apartment in Monrovia, which is much farther east than the [normal] view in this shot, but this whole mountain range is very fire-prone.
Lots of progress since our last shot. I hear this is going to be some sort of science building. It’s bumped right up against an old building that currently houses some of the tech and music classes. The science classes are in a group of trailers called the Science Village. So I’m still not positive about what this building is really for.
The big pampas grass that was chopped down is coming back. The next time I take a shot of this area, I expect a lot more sun and foliage.
Look who’s learned to smile! He does it all the time now.
Finals were last week. The past few weeks have been tough ones, so when finals came I felt like a shipwrecked sailor crawling onto dry land. My Spanish final was easier than I expected, and Creative Writing didn’t have a final exam, just a project: another chapbook, which I’ll share in my next post.
For now, some unhappy news. A few weeks ago, we found out we have to move…and that’s putting it kindly. I suppose it’s never a good time for this sort of thing, but the timing is especially bad. I was broadsided with the news while preparing for finals, and now with a 6-week Physics class looming I’m still moving and dealing and trying to reign in the chaos as best I can. Thank every higher power in the universe that the kids and I have somewhere to go, but this is unimaginably un-ideal. It’s so un-ideal that I have to make up my own word for it. I actually have two made-up words for it: apecially un-ideal. There, now I’ve made up my own phrase. Apecially un-ideal = really sucks a whole lot.
On top of that, the job at the coffee shop is over. It makes me sad, but honestly I couldn’t hack it. It was five hours of non-stop running, and physically it was murder. If I came to work stressed, tired, or not feeling well, I couldn’t even fake it. So the other waiter got his hours back, and he’s much faster and more competent than I ever would have been, so I think everything is right with that corner of the universe now. The owner was very, very nice, and I’ve already been back to eat there more times than when I actually worked there.
Let’s look toward a more positive future. I had an interview with a temp agency last week. The lady was very excited about my resume, especially my phone experience. She sent me on-line skills tests in typing, filing, Microsoft Word, and phone etiquette. I aced the typing and filing, missed 4 out of 30 on the Word test, and…get this..missed 4 out of 37 on the phone test! How did I miss any on the phone test?! I’m sure that’s still an acceptable score but dude! I am the phone etiquette queen!
As I mentioned already, I start a 6-week online Physics class next week. The instructor sent everyone a list of questions to answer about ourselves. He said when he has to teach without personal interaction, it’s easier when he knows as much as possible about his students. The questions were mostly about our education. It was like writing an essay so of course I had a field day. I imagined that my maturity and wit would win him over and I’d be the class favorite before the class even started. He replied to my email with, “Thanks!” followed by a message to the entire class with a correction about how he wanted their replies formatted. Bubble, burst.
So lots of pot-stirring going on in my little bubbly cauldron, and I’m not going to lie: I am stressed the you-know-what out. BUT…it could be a whole lot worse, and besides, it’s always darkest before the dawn, right? And I have every confidence that if I stay on my path, we’re gonna see one heckuva sunrise.
I am off to construct my chapbook post. Here’s a sneak peak to make you smile.