Tomorrow I am going to be a teacher, or at least I am going to put on my teacher hat and try to dance the jig. On absolutely no authority other than that I made it through undergrad, I am going to waltz into Burton hall room 229 and the Armory room who knows what and pretend that I have something to offer these people who are paying good money to sit in Burton hall room 229 and the Armory room who knows what. Two classes, 30 or more students, and me. I know that people who actually do know what they are doing chose me to do this job. They even decided to give me money. I just have to suck it up and know that even though I don't have three degrees that say so, I do know how to write. Let's just hope that they don't see through my act tomorrow.

While I deeply wish that I could be starting class at OBU on Wednesday, I know in my head that it is good to move on. Also, I'm really glad that although it isn't at OBU, I get to go to class this week! Such a nerdy sentiment, I know. It's just that I've never felt more myself than sitting in a classroom. I just wish I could be doing it with all of my best friends.

toilet bowl cleaner
comet
all purpose kitchen cleaner
all purpose bathroom cleaner
all purpose all purpose cleaner
all purpose cleaning wipes
paper towels
napkins
dishwashing soap
dishwashing soap (again)
bathroom trashcan
febreze
starch
laundry detergent
stain remover
sponges
trashbags
lysol
windex

you may be curious what these things have in common...they comprise my new army of cleaning supplies that should have cost (i'm guessing here) more than $50; however, I decided to check The Dollar Tree: Where everything is a dollar for cleaning supplies. This list of 19 items cost me only $20 and some change!

I realize this is a rather mundane and silly thing to be posting, but I really couldn't believe how much money I saved by going to the dollar store. Sure, some of the items are knock off brands, and it is possible that they won't work as well as the name brands. Really though, I'm probably not going to be so dirty that I need industrial strength windex. So I've converted, and I think you should too.

as promised

upon the command of my dear friend claire, this business is finally going to see some real action. at least that is the current plan.

basically, i'm getting ready to move away from my home to a big city (relatively speaking) where I will live all alone. i'm excited for the opportunity to continue my education, but nervous that i'm going to be getting pretty lonely. i guess it wouldn't be much of an adventure if not for at least a small amount of anxiety. regardless, the move means hanging up my waitress apron (thank the good Lord) for a while and repositioning my thinking cap.

while working at Chili's:


I have learned a bit about myself and collected many observation scraps for future stories, poems, and/or daydreams.

one such character: Drew the creeper cook:

Upon first meeting this tall, wiry character of approximately 29, I was told I looked like a sexy librarian because of my glasses. He requested that I put my hair in a bun, neatly place a pencil in the bun and then make a "shhhhshing motion" as if to request that he, my rowdy student, quiet down. That's right ladies and gentlemen, nothing like a good bit of minor, workplace sexual harassment. Annoying as his comments were, they were not threatening so i decided to let them pass. Over the course of about a month, I heard him request that another girl play "doctor" with him, recommend The Grapes of Wrath and Of Mice and Men (I wonder what Steinbeck would have to say about this) and explain the meaning of Revelations. He was a know it all with enough education only to hurt himself and enough drugs to make him think he was an authority on all things. Needless to say he was fired after only a month, but I'm thinking he has the makings of an excellent villain. We shall see.

basically...the ole day to day has been a bit of a bore this summer, but maybe sometimes we all need that.