So this year is my first year as an RA. As much as it is a rewarding experience, it also means late-night wake-ups, people you don’t even know hating you for your job title, sleepless nights, worrying, and making unpopular decisions that are for the protection of everyone involved. Essentially, I am being well-prepared to some day become a high school teacher (except hopefully none of them will live across the hall from me and/or vomit in my bathroom…and oh yeah — piss on my whiteboard. Loveeeee it). On the topic of teaching, however, I have to think of my sarcasm. It’s my weapon of choice and every feel-good education class I take tells me that I should not be sarcastic in the classroom because it hurts others’ feelings. This will probably be a bigger problem to hurdle for me than even lesson plans, scheduling, teaching, etc. I am so sarcastic that sarcasm practically seeps from my pores. Seriously. As for sarcasm hurting feelings…I feel like there are bigger things to worry about…like I don’t know, teenage suicide, depression, etc. I don’t think my sarcasm is going to destroy someone’s academic career overnight. Sarcasm seems to be a pretty useful tool for me so far.

I can also officially say that being a Spanish major has become hard and I actually have to do homework now. It’s kind of bizarre and stressful since it takes me HOURS to do my reading for US Latino and Latin American Theatre. It’s ridiculous. I’ve been taking Spanish since 7th grade (we’ll call it 8 or 9 years to be safe) and I find that I know maybe 10% of the vocab in these plays. I kind of want to scream/tear out the pages/cry/drop out of college and become a professional icecream-maker. Since none of these things are helpful for me, I have invested in a beautiful new dictionary that I am in love with hardcore. Seriously. If I could love a reference text, I would love this book. I can’t wait to someday own the fancy $60 one from the bookstore. It’ll be Vocabulary Eutopia and it’ll be beautiful. Until then, I love you very much, Vox Dictionary.

The weekend is over and I am not ready for another week. Gahh. I have to go to work in a few…and perhaps should feed Lyle. He is angrily swimming about his bowl on the prowl.