Actually, so far it has been a pretty good week. Still unemployed, but I interviewed for the truck job on Monday, have an interview at American Grocery Restaurant on Thursday, and have an interview at G.S. on Tuesday. And I might have a tutoring job for a 1st grader. I'm beginning to feel less hopeless.
I've also been hot and heavy into my grad school research. I have a list of about 25 programs that I am going to research. I'm hoping to narrow down to 10 so I don't break the bank come December. Some of these schools have $90 dollar application fees. So I'm creating fairly detailed profiles on all of them, including faculty contacts, financial stuff, and current student dissertations. I've done Washington University in St. Louis and Columbia so far. It is actually really helpful to read faculty bios and research interests. I'm getting a better idea of what I should call my own interests.
I also struck gold today at the Inside Bard website. Evidently, they have revamped ReserveWeb and now all the readings from all classes since 2001 are available for student use. This means that I can read all the articles and chapters that I SHOULD have read. It is also just a really good resource for me. I can go back to my Into to Cultural Anth readings and refresh the basics. And I can go back and read the selected texts from Michele Dominy's colonial mythology class (back when she still taught). I also dug out my GRE books, determined not to go postal about the math section like last time. I was doing so well back in October. I did the entire Verbal section of the Kaplan one, and I took one look at the Math section and went into traumatic shock. I'm good with the algebra and basic math, but the Geometry is going to kill me...and I'd say about half the questions are geometry-oriented. I haven't had Geometry since I was 14 years old!!!! I will not fall to pieces. I will not fall to pieces....
Speaking of falling to pieces, I may have crossed the blurry line into insanity. I've been toeing it for a while. I had Kayla bring over her fake baby. I'd call it a doll, but it's just fuckin' scary how life-like it is. I have him to counteract my baby-withdrawals. I named him Atticus (don't worry, he'll grow into it).
Heartache and trauma aside, sometimes I just miss being around the little ones. I feel a bit like a partially-recovered alcoholic who drives by her old favorite booze stores before catching herself. I found myself on a nanny classifieds board the other day and had to throttle myself and say, "Maura, look at me! Don't do that! Stay away!" So my fake baby can be like a plastic cigarette, satisfying the oral fixation without compromising the internal organs.
And here's a little preview for photo post for my recent adventures. I finally got around to uploading the pictures from "The Great Escape: April 2007." I also have pictures from the first Jocassee run of the summer and my adventure in 3-par golf (or more like 18-par in my case).
This is me and my lovely door front in Harlem...dear, dear Harlem (gag!)
And this is me and my lovely little street with the lovely little project development behind me.
This is me in the frigid waters of Jocassee, praying that the buried ghosts of my ancestors don't rise up and bite me on the ass. There is a bowling alley at the bottom of Lake Jocassee...maybe there is a Loch Ness Monster as well.
This is me using the flag to putt instead of the putter. I am shit at putting.
This was a common occurrence--gives a new meaning to "out of bounds." Mulligan!
