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I hope you didn't die from holding your breath for the details from my field trip Friday. Relief: it went A-Okay. The highlight was my brother coming as a chaperone. Several of the girls came up to me to tell me how good lookin' he is. One even said, "You and your brother look nothing alike. Your brother's really cute." Thanks, dude, remember who assigns grades. The two questions that they asked him about me were how old I am and how old is my car. I think it's hilarious that they care about either. They are more fascinated about what my favorite flavor of ice cream is over writing an essay or anything important. My brother even managed to stay awake for the movie unlike my team teacher. I turned around to quell the ruckus in the row behind me. Then, I discovered it was due to my fellow teacher sleeping with her mouth open. I shushed the girls, but didn't call them down (it was funny). I get miffed at her for things like that... we're supposed to be role models. I find such behavior the antithesis of professional.

My brother's observations after watching Tale of Despereaux were 1) what's up with Despereaux's WWI era flight hat and 2) the vegetable guy was really cool. I recognized the Princess' voice but couldn't place it. It's the actor who plays Hermione in the Harry Potters.

After picking my sister at the airport, I ate Kung Pao spaghetti and headed over to my uncle's to watch the Panthers game. We had an amazing time from "helping" my aunt with her eHarmony profile (she was a really good sport as we poked fun at her for thirty minutes)... she was also tipsy. I found out that I have a webkin named after me: it's a tiger. Grr, baby.

After whining about my job to my cousin, he said, "Join the military." We chatted about that. But, that's a real possibility. The pay would be better. PT would be part of the job. I don't think it could be any worse than what I'm doing now. I could even see if I could enter as Chaplain. I could get stationed somewhere really amazing (and still have Americans around me). I need to look into this. Public Education is not going to be my career path. I don't know if this is just a flash in the pan, but this job is just an the extended version of a excruciating suicide. I need to finish this year strong; and, I need an exit plan. This is not for me. I could do four years of army then a JD or PhD. Or, something along those lines. And, I need to get out of this geographical area. I don't have any friends that I see more than once a week. My soul needs more than that. And, I need a place where there's at least the potential of finding a guy interesting to date. So, my conversation with my cousin has got the hamster on the wheel.