The Rantings of an Indentured Servant

Sort of Self Explanatory, Don't Ya Think? If it's not obvious, stop. Pan up. Re-read. There you go genius...

Friday, December 21, 2007

Moving on up...

Well, I had my second dance lesson tonight. Apparently I'm doing very well. My instructor wants me to move into the bronze program. She said I'm a natural and by getting into the program we'll be able to speed up my training. I'm pretty excited. She still has to speak with the owner of the studio to make sure it's okay to do that, since it's not standard protocol, but she doesn't think he'll have a problem with it. If he approves, then I'll have to test out of bronze 1 around the end of January.

It also means a financial committment, but I love dancing and would be really stoked if I was good enough to go into amateur competition ballroom. We'll see how things go.


Buddha, hole punch, and blow pop...

Well, yesterday was the last day of school before winter break. And I actually got some presents from my students.

Well, I guess they were presents... I sort of look at them more as replacements, but I'll take what I can get at this point in my career.

I walked into my room and was promptly instructed by the General "do not sit in your chair." After giving him one of my more famous "yea, okay, whatever" looks, I pulled out my chair. On it was a neatly wrapped box with a tag that said "To Miss Virtue." Now I'm faced with a dilemma.

Hmm... do I open it now, before Christmas? Do I wait? If I wait, then I can't say thank you... and I like opening presents... open it now. (I never said it was a big dilemma, okay?)

Inside I found a small, skinny buddha candle set. I was moved. The General sees my gift and says, "Buddha?"

"Well, there's a story behind it."

Enter flashback: approximately two weeks ago...

Alison and John were horsing around during passing period and carried it into my room. Alison tried to push John and lost her balance... her elbow hit a tall, skinny Buddha statue that I had on my desk, knocking it off balance. (Now, I'm not Buddhist, and have the statue there for purely aesthetic purposes...but I do think it's interesting that I can keep a statue of Buddha or whichever other non-christian God that I want to in my classroom, but the idea of having a cross or something of that nature is worth a lawsuit...)

Anyway...upon her elbow connecting she then spun to see what she had hit, pushing the already teetering Buddha to the ground in a shattering of still unidentified material. I got it at Target, okay? It was probably some weird amalgamation of plastic and body parts.

It didn't really bother me that this happened. It was, after all, a four dollar Buddha statue there for looks. But she was extremely worried some sort of disciplinary action might have been taken on her. She kept repeating "I'll get you a new one Miss Virtue, I'm so sorry..." I told her to sit down and chill and put buddha's head in the trash can please.

And she really did. The gift was a Buddha of the same physical proportions and appearance (aside from the fact this one was sitting, not standing), missing only the lotus flower to be an exact replacement. I sort of like this one better, though, because it came with yummy smelling ginger candles. I still thought it was very sweet for her to go through all that trouble.

Now, moving on to my second gift of the day... a hole punch. Now, this gift was from a member of the male teenage species, therefore it was unwrapped and delivered not by surprise chairmail, but by removal from backpack with a "here Miss Virtue... it's for Christmas."

Equally touching... Flashback to the 2nd week of school...

Jeff broke his ID and needed to punch a hole in it for it to stay on his lanyard. He asked to borrow my hole punch. So I let him. Jeff is a good kid and I knew he wasn't going to steal it to hole punch somebody's nose or something. When lo, and behold... Jeff brings me back the hole punch in four different pieces. It couldn't take the strain of the ID and just fell apart.

My third gift was a blow pop. Joe brought in suckers for the class (the only student to bring a treat in for the holiday's... and he's jehovah's witness. Does that make any sense? lol.)

So, I'd say it wasn't a bad year all things considered... At least they thought enough of me to get me something.


Wednesday, December 19, 2007

Hmmm... food for thought.

My blog mama, Ktreva, turned me to this in regard to my previous post about pirates... maybe I should convert?

The Church of the Flying Spaghetti Monster

Pirate regalia mandatory!


Looking up...

Well, I just got done paying bills for this month and I have to say... things are looking up. My debt is slowly but surely going away. It's such a nice feeling to be seeing the light and almost out of the tunnel. After next month I'll have even more stuff paid off and that money can then be diverted to paying more off of my car and student loans. I can actually pay twice the minimum payments on stuff! lol.

God has truly blessed my life and I am so thankful for that. He has given me a good family, good friends, a good job, good church, and a good man to boot. When things start to look down, I just remind myself of that and it makes everything else that worries me seem insignificant.

I can rely on Him, and keep him my focus and then I know everything will turn out for the best.


I always wanted to be a pirate...

As a child, I watched Treasure Island, Peter Pan, and as an older child, read comics like Meridian, I always wanted to be a pirate. Pirates have always held some sort of inexplicable draw for me. Oh, to have been alive during the great age of piracy on the seven seas!

Well, I'm sitting here in Beef-a-Roo piggybacking onto their wireless network, and decided, hey I have 30 minutes before I need to be heading anywhere... why not blog ? Thereby fulfilling my goal of becoming a real life pirate... just not quite in the way I would have imagined.

As for what I ate: classic roast beef, med. fry, and baked potato with butter., butter, and extra butter (pirate's have healthy appetites okay?)... and a med. mountain dew to wash it down. Sadly, rum is not available for pillage or purchase at the local Beef-a-Roo. I determined MD would be an acceptable alternative.

Well, avast and shiver me timbers... I've some mates to pick up before the tide rises.

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Tuesday, December 18, 2007

YAY! I didn't blow Contagion's Speakers!

Well, good news everyone... that's right! I didn't blow Contagion's speakers =)

To elaborate...

During Contagion's company x-mas party, I was babysitting Clone. We had a lovely night of SuperCow and other amazing big fish games. That place has the most addicting games I've ever played in my life. Well, anyway, the evening was a success and Clone and I also played some Return to the Bakery and this puzzle game (zada or something to that effect. I can't remember the name, but he was verrry good at it.) Well, I get a call from Contagion the next day asking me what we did to his speakers.

I was like, wha? Clone and I had turned them up and then turned them down, and finally I muted them because as much fun as SuperCow is I am only human and after about an hour of the boingy boing barking from the game I was sorta getting a headache. And here's Clone going "louder, Virtue, where's the sound?" lol.

Now, I'm thinking to myself, oh my gosh... Clone and I blew the speakers when he turned it up loud that one time. Oh my gosh, oh my gosh, Contagion and Ktreva are going to hate me and never ask me to babysit ever again! AHHAHAHA! (Or something to that effect.)

Turns out the speaker cable came unplugged from the back of the computer. HAhaha. *Whew* So I guess this means we're still friends and I may be invited back over on friendly terms again in my lifetime.

Thinking back, I wonder if I might've accidentally dislodged the plug while looking for a place to plug my laptop in on the power strip or something... it's possible I guess. But the point remains that we didn't blow the speakers and all is well in speaker land once more.


Back in the Swing

Well, I signed back up for dance lessons today (ballroom that is.) I have really missed it and am looking forward to having that release again. The holiday party is Thursday, and my first lesson is also Thurs. with a group lesson right afterwards. I had to get new shoes b/c my old ones were destroyed in the last flood we had, but they should be here soon and then I'll be all set =)

Also, I had a surprise voicemail from my sailor today after school. Usually I don't get to hear from him until around midnight my time, since Guam is 16hrs ahead of us. He called at 6am his time, and then again at around 9. He was in between doing stuff I guess and just wanted to call me to say that he misses me, so it was nice to hear from him unexpectedly (granted, it's nice to hear from him all of the time). He's been so busy lately getting all of his work done that we haven't always been able to talk as much as I'd like to, but that is the nature of the beast I guess. I'm hoping I'll be able to go visit him sometime this summer, because if not I don't know when I'll get to see him next.

Everything will work out though. We're both staying positive about things and that's helping. It's nice to be in a relationship where we don't argue all of the time and are actually pretty happy with each other. lol.

So, I know this is nerdy, but we have "WoW" dates (world of warcraft) where we get online to wow at the same time and complete quests together. haha. But it's nice to be able to share some sort of experience I guess. We can't exactly go to the movies together or something, so this is the next best thing for now. Anyway... life is looking up and I'm happy. It's nice.

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Sunday, December 16, 2007

Arisen from the dead

Well, I have decided that to stay sane I must indeed start posting blogs once again.

And on a regular basis. Ha!

As I have not posted since, oh, like last year I guess I should give a brief my life for the past year update... Here goes:

Well, I graduated college in Feb 07 and now have my own classroom teaching sophomore English in Rockford. Also, the fiance called it off. So yea... I took it hard at the time, but got over it and moved on, realizing in the long run it was better off that way. It usually is. Was I bitter for awhile? Sure... Am I thankful for it now. Yes. I learned a lot about myself in the time I was alone. One of the most important things being that you are never really alone. I had my family and my friends, and most importantly, I had God.

That is what pulled me through. I healed and life continued. Actually, much better than I had even planned. I had a chance meeting (and by chance, I mean CHANCE) with the man who would eventually become my current significant other and I'm glad for the way things turned out. He will be referred to as V, my sailor. (For obvious reasons, but he does happen to be in the navy, hence the sailor part.) V the sailor is currently in Guam on a three year tour aboard his ship which makes some aspects of the relationship difficult, but we are both staying positive about the whole thing. I love him very much. He is a great person, and granted has his faults (who doesn't) but we forgive each other our faults and love each other for them and/or in spite of them. It works and we are happy together. (And bonus points for us not fighting all the time =) hooray! and I thought I was disfunctional or something due to previous relationships!)

School is nice, and I have made a very good friend of my fellow first year English teacher there who I will refer to as the General. Let's just say he was (un)fortunate enough to have his parents name him after a very famous military figure. Good thing he doesn't teach history! lol. He has been a Godsend to my sanity and we keep each other laughing it off. He has an adorable son and his wife is pretty cool too (he's a second career teacher, so a bit older than me) so I hang out with them whenever I can.

Other than that, I got a saucy new laptop for Christmas and I am loving it (got to open it early since it's for use at my job.) I am staying at home for right now, but looking to move out early next year to end of next year with a friend of mine. We are searching for a decently priced place in this hellish city of high rent/low sq footage. It's panning out slowly but surely.

Sigh. Well, I've got to get back to grading term papers...

But I will return with hilarious stories and the like soon. I realized as I was looking at my blog name that it was very insightful of me to name this blog "the Rantings of an Indentured Servant." I can tell you, teaching sure feels like it could possibly be worse than indentured servitude sometimes... but at least equal to it on any day =) But I love it and wouldn't change a thing.

Goodnight all.


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