- Therapy is doing me some good. I am no longer looking for a job (which is bad), but not because I believe I am useless and no one will ever hire me (which is good). OTOH I am no longer having crying jags, and a reluctance to get out of bed in the morning. In fact, now that I am medicated (on top of ongoing talk therapy), it seems as if I can't really stay in bed past a certain point of the day. I'll have my 7-8 hours of solid sleep, and then there's some sort of switch that goes "C'mon get up! I'm tired of laying here. Let's go do something. Anything." I never had that before (or if I did, it's been so long that I forgot what it's like to feel compelled to get going).
- Looking for things to do I have ramped up my volunteer schedule. I now work with kids with a not-for-profit after school 2 days a week, and I also just started working one day of the program during school days. It's just nice to be in a classroom again, even though it's not my classroom.
- This weekend, I worked at a workshop for aspiring college students that UW runs every year. It's for kids who are more likely than not the first in their families to aspire to go to college, and they get some help with filling out their applications and working on their essays. When I signed up for it, I was kind of reluctant to go (this being pre-medication and realizing that a problem that is bigger than depression itself is the fact that I have a good deal of social phobia to work through, and a lot of it is centered around my experiences as a teenager), but it was quite simply amazing. I worked with five different kids, read their essays and helped them proofread them. Each and every one of them both impressed me with their stories of determination to go to college, and reminded me how much privilege I have that I had forgotten about (some kids had a very similar background to mine, but my whiteness, I realize, pretty much ensured that I got out of high school a lot better off than they will).* That last part was a real eye opener.
- It's been about 9 years since I last took the GRE. I was one of the first people who was allowed to take the computerized version, which is now almost standard. Next month, I'll face a very different GRE again. Maybe it's the meds talking, but I'm sort of looking forward to it instead of stressing over it.
- Before that, Chris and I are heading to Austin one last time in December so he can walk in a Graduation ceremony. Chris has some paperwork hoops that he needs to jump through, but I think it will all come together before long.
You might want to excuse Thomas Friedman, since he's really run out of ideas in the face of an economic crisis that will likely continue unabated, but he still needed to publish a column. I mean, perhaps he can't afford not to turn in a column, what with how things are going at his place of employment.
Things aren't horrible at the moment (they just look that way to me sometimes because I am lacking a sense of perspective lately).
I officially went into therapy this week.
Seattle Public Schools is finally hiring. I feel like shit for applying for jobs even though I have a job that people are counting me to keep... but... realistically, it's an assistant teacher's job. They questioned why I wanted it anyway, and I said I hoped to branch out and learn some new things. I really did mean it at the time.
So during our move, I somehow managed to misplace not just an ancient bedding set (which does not make me sad, the thing was old and had ink stains in a corner for some arcane reason), but also the fitted sheet from my favorite set. It was some sort of indigo blue, and I had been hoping to replace it, but alas... Can't find anything to match it. I mean it too... I have scoured local retailers, looked on the web, and so forth. Nothing. I bought a different fitted sheet that is close enough to it, but slightly darker, and it sort of grates me that it's darker.
Ok... So you know that whole thing I wrote about Budapest back in May and never got around to posting it because of life and stuff? I got tired of trying to edit it or pare it down in my spare time. I thought of cruelly dumping the whole thing on here, but let's face it... No one would read it. So here's a condensed version:
So... The plan right now is to toil at job search for another month (minus a week or two where we have family in town). Instead of blowing my brains out in September should I not have acquired a job... well... there's a different project in the works. Possibly two. Of the non-brain blowing out variety.
I am semi-seriously considering attending an AMI (American Montessori Institute) school. The drive: 3 hours each way. Avoiding the drive=moving to Portland for nine months.
Not yet. Have been too busy unpacking lots of crap (half of which I wish I had made time to... read more
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