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sev4ev
15 February 2009 @ 07:53 pm
My husband, daughter and son are going to Australia this summer. Not me. I'm not sitting for 22 hours in a plane for anything! But they're excited. My husband wants to go to the Great Barrier Reef. He's been to Australia before but never to the reef so I pray everything goes right and he can see it. It is his dream. I'll probably go out to San Diego to visit my parents during that time.
 
 
Current Location: my study
Current Mood: hopefulhopeful
 
 
sev4ev
03 February 2009 @ 07:21 pm
Well, I'm back in accounting. Intermediate II. The professor said this class separated the wheat from the chaff. Uh-oh. I emailed a colleague in my class and said I was scared. He said it sounded like a stimulating, challenging class. What a difference in attitude. I need to look at things more like he does. Of course, that's what people have been telling me for the last 46 years...
 
 
Current Location: my study
Current Mood: contemplativecontemplative
 
 
sev4ev
Severus Snape! He's just so sexy and interesting!
 
 
sev4ev
25 August 2008 @ 07:57 pm
Tomorrow I start school again. I'm taking computerized accounting; management; and Intermediate Accounting. I'm scared because this girl said that intermediate accounting separates the wolves from the sheep. Uh-oh.
 
 
Current Location: my study
Current Mood: anxiousanxious
 
 
sev4ev
25 August 2008 @ 07:44 pm
I ran into a woman at the pharmacy today. It was really funny because I'd been thinking of her as I was driving there. I was thinking about her and her daughter, and what snobs they were and how glad I was that we didn't see them anymore.

Luckily, the daughter goes to a private school and no longer gets to name-drop and brag to my daughter like she used to.
But, I swear, I was in the pharmacy talking to this mother for a maximum of 3 minutes - and before the time was up she'd said that her daughter was summering overseas; what ridiculously expensive prep school she was attending; and how they'd vacationed at "the club." I'm serious. Three minutes, max. I wanted to down the entire bottle of pills I'd been there to pick up.

I am so glad that I am done with the "soccer moms."  It's hard in many ways when the kids grow older, but one thing is nice - you don't have to associate with their moms as often. There is no shortage of snobs in this area and if I hear about one more kid going to this or that expensive private school, I'm going to barf.
 
 
Current Location: my study
Current Mood: annoyedannoyed
 
 
 
sev4ev
09 July 2008 @ 08:08 pm
My mom has a really nice BMW. Well, that is, until today, when some guy ran a red light and broadsided her. Now it will cost about $14,000 to repair it. She says she's afraid to drive now.
We told my dad he'd be "driving Miss Daisy."  She can be a real pain in the ass sometimes.
 
 
Current Location: my study
Current Mood: cynicalcynical
 
 
sev4ev
09 July 2008 @ 08:03 pm
I write a fanfiction novel based on Harry Potter, with my favorite character, Snape - and a heroine I made up, named Amelia. I got a note from one of my favorite readers that said she'd suggested to a friend to name her new baby  Amelia. The friend did. The baby's name is Amelia!
 I cried.  I like that name, too.
 
 
Current Location: my study
Current Mood: pleasedpleased
 
 
sev4ev
09 July 2008 @ 07:59 pm
QM2  
We just got back from a cruise on the Queen Mary 2.  She is a beautiful ship, that is true, but we were somewhat disappointed in the service and the food. That surprised us.

When you're booking on the QM2, they make it sound like it will be the top of the line as far as cruises go. What we got was a lot of bland food; cafeterias that were too busy; and even empty coffee containers during the breakfast rush.

If Leona Helmsley were running the ship, that wouldn't have happened. For my money, Princess is a better line.

We did stop in Bar Harbor Maine. It was wonderful. Full of great shops, beautiful landscape and good lobster diners.
 
 
Current Location: my study
Current Mood: contemplativecontemplative
 
 
sev4ev
19 May 2008 @ 07:57 pm
We went to Williamsburg this past weekend. It was fun. Rode the roller coasters at Busch Gardens. It's wonderful what beer profits can build. These coasters are world-class. Reminds me of Johns Hopkins Hospital. Had to take my life in my hands and go downtown last week to the hospital...complex, city, beehive, mess...whatever you want to call it. Guess Johns Hopkins came from a tobacco family. So, I guess tobacco money started the hospital. You don't hear much about that. Oh yes, and speaking of tobacco, the Amish grow lots of it. Lots. They're all rich, too. I'm not a big fan of the Amish, although they live practically in my neighborhood. They're into money. My friend Lisa's car broke down in Amish country and she begged an Amish man for a ride to town in his buggy. He said, sure, for fifty bucks. She only had thirty. He took off. She yelled f-------ck you! I don't blame her a bit. Beware of those who call themselves Christian...my wise friend Kim always says.
 
 
Current Location: my study
Current Mood: calmcalm
Current Music: Living in an Amish Paradise
 
 
sev4ev
30 April 2008 @ 08:35 pm
                           
                                   Life After Immaculate Conception
 
When I was first fired from my job at Immaculate Conception, I felt like I'd come to the end of my rope. I'd used up my nine lives. I was too young for the golf course and too old for a classroom. My world had exploded. All of the education; student teaching; lesson plans; parent conferences; worrying; and planning...gone. I'd been fired. I'd never be hired again. I was dead.
 
I'd felt this way before. I left the field of full-time journalism to go into teaching. I thought teaching was going to be more rewarding; more fun; more fulfilling.
 
What I didn't know at the time, but I do know now, is that life wasn't over. After going through programs at the Day Hospital and talking with Dr. Gutkin, I started to reflect on my careers; to reflect on teaching, especially. What I didn't realize was that teaching had a lot of triggers involved in it. It wasn't the dream job I had anticipated. It wasn't the right fit for me.
 
Teaching can be very depressing. And for someone who gets depressed easily, it can be even more depressing. What I learned from Immaculate Conception is that I wasn't screwed up. Teaching at that school was screwed up. Since my termination, I've talked to several parents who say the same thing about the school.
 
For me, teaching has too many triggers. The parents are against you; the principal won't support you in cases of discipline; and many of the students are against you and against learning in general. What I didn't realize, was how much this depressed me. I would plan and toil away at night...just to teach a lesson to a group of bored eighth graders the next day.
 
Successes went unnoticed. So-called failures were magnified 100 percent by the principal and vice principal and parents. And their definitions of failure were ridiculous.
 
 
I've concluded: teaching is depressing. Nobody cares. There's no money. We're overworked, underappreciated and bullied by parents and students who have no respect for the profession. And for me, an occasional good student or nod of approval isn't enough to outweigh all of the negatives.
 
Now, a year after I was fired from my job at Immaculate Conception, I'm studying accounting and I feel like I've finally started living and growing again. I don't feel like I'm at the end of the line. I feel like I'm at the beginning, and I love that feeling. I made a major change in my life and it was scary and continues to be scary...but I'm very glad I made it. Maybe being fired was the wake-up call I needed.
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