WARNING: GRUMPINESS AHEAD. DANGER WILL ROBINSON. DANGER.
-Spousetotheman is hanging out with his boyfriend before said boyfriend and wife move to California. I stayed for the food, then left them to gaze into each other's eyes and speak computer language, which consists of lots of the number 1 and the number 0 and more acronyms than an education program. (NCLB, IDEA, MAT, MED, IEP, SPED....) Before I left, Spouse turned to me and said, misty eyed, Derekis so smart. I wish I was as smart as Derek. Get a room, Spouseman, get a room. *
-I am tired of talking to HR people in districts who tell me that LAST year they had tons and tons of English and History teaching positions. TONS. Where was I last year? Getting your Masters? Oh. Too Bad.
-Likewise, I am tired of feeling excessively humble, or downright apologetic about discussing my Grad-School Related Accomplishments. I am tired of talking about it like it is a joke so that I don't offend people. This means you, Philosophie. This means you, other, and equally insecure people. You are damn right. I am proud of my Degree.I am proud of working hard and finishing at 22. I better be proud. I'll be paying that off for a long time. And I will mention it whenever I want.
-It is very important to note right this minute that while I am proud of my accomplishment, I don't think it renders me smarter than anybody else. Or better. Or cooler. Maybe sexier, but not better. And I don't think everyone should go. Go if you want. Or not. Do something equally cool. Have a kid, Get a job, Become a nun. Whatever! Your accomplishments are equally cool and valid! We are all friends!
-But why is it that dudes can mention grad school whenever they want, and no one gets mad. Something about it being their job, you know, as providers. Or Something. Don't mind me, over here, burning my bra.
-Summer disagrees with me and makes me gloomy. I like school. I am good at school. I think, given the chance, I would be good at teaching school.
-When will I start fake teaching? Ask the fetus in the real teacher's womb. He or She is in charge of my future, little shcmuck.
-You know what will cheer me up right now? Chocolate Mousse Brownie Cake Version Two. Made with rum.
*Dan's boyfriend doesn't make me gloomy. I too am sad at his and Desi's departure.