Hiding Out

Well. Right now humidity is at, like, a billion percent and I'm hiding out in my bedroom with the fan going and the window closed surviving off the residual cold air from running my AC last night. It's lasted quite a while and if I must say so, I'm feeling very efficient. I've braved the humidity to walk Sebastian twice and to register for a Hatha Yoga class! I'm very excited.

I've always wanted to take yoga and it's always been too expensive. I received a brochure in the mail the other day that CUNY Hostos' satellite campus was having an open house and that one of the classes was yoga. I'll spend about 8 Saturday mornings getting my stretch on and hopefully learning something that I can continue to practice on my own while I wait for another bargain to come around. This could be used as a good intro to the basics and then I can find a more 'physical' form of yoga.
The great part is that the class is about 5 minutes from my house... in the very classrooms where I was emotionally scarred in the 7th and 8th grade. My former elementary school, with its declining enrollment, rented out some of its space to the college a few years ago and this is probably the reason why they haven't had to close their doors to generations of youth waiting to be harassed by their peers.

I'm also in hiding to recuperate from my very first week as an assistant teacher at a nursery school. I help in a class of eighteen 4-year-olds. I'm exhausted. I'm scared I've made a horrible mistake taking this job. I don't get dental coverage and for some reason that really depressed me. It's hard for me to enjoy the experience because the head teacher is new. This is her first class and I feel like it's total chaos (as in more chaos than would regularly be present in a class of eighteen 4-year-olds). I think she's too green, too relying on textbooks and theories. I feel like she doesn't have her shit together (even though she's really nice) and me, hating chaos and apparently in love with order and rules, can't handle it.

I have to make it to June.
I have to and I WILL.

Hopefully by then maybe I'll like my job more. Everyone I know who is a teacher says that the first year is the hardest, and I'm only the assistant! Maybe I will want to do something with this. (even though Grad school will be impossible if I have to take the GRE. there is NO WAY I can take that test and do even remotely decent) I really can't imagine looking for another job (again!) at the end of the school year and being successful. It takes forever to get a job (and will only get harder if Old Man McCain wins). And it's getting harder and harder to convince the interviewer that I'm not a total flake and that my five different career paths I've taken so far really do, ultimately, have something in common to make me an amazingly qualified candidate.

Anyway, that's really all for me. Hurricane Hana has officially started to pour down on Inwood and my old AC air is almost gone. Tomorrow I will see Mark for what seems like the first time in days. We've barely crossed paths since he started his exhausting job all the way out in Queens. The few times we have seen each other, one of us is sleeping. I can't wait to watch him sit at his laptop and ignore me, feed Vinnie snacks, listen to him complain about my mother's use of bleach, and watch the last Project Runway with him.

Thanks for reading! Tootles!