Today I have been better focused than I have for a few days. I have been about doing tasks that need attention and am focused back on school. I dropped info off at the credentialling office (CBEST and Certificate of Clearance) which they required. This will also fuflil the requirement for my writing class. Needless to say, any one item that does not need repitition is greatly appreciated these days. I am still waiting to hear what is necessary to get my BA established to I can do subbing. I need to go to the county office to see what types of gigs I can generate.
MM and I spoke today. I was happy. She told me that she loved me. That sounded good. It has been a rough month and both of us have been stressed. I think that both of us have been snapping at each other much more than we normally would. This has caused both no small amount of duress and pain. I am glad that we are both through August. It is my least favorite month. Two divorces, one wedding anniversary, one anniversary of my first Sunday in my own parish, one ex-wife's birthday... too damn much. I am always glad to see the backside of August.
This month I will have difficulty in getting the rent paid. MM gave me a loan that covered tons of expenses that would have been paid had VUSD paid me and had two other checks that were supposed to have arrived come on time. I am still waiting and wondering which one of my instruments may go on the auction block to cover the rent. I hate the idea, but I can always find another guitar. That is just life in the big city, I suppose and the cost of the choices that I have made. My loans and other funds will be in, but not quickly enough for me to meet my September obligations. I will find a way through this.
There is something oddly familiar and comfortable about Northridge. I hate the town - too damn hot - but the campus seems like an island somehow. I have always felt comfortable in a campus library and perhaps it is something of a womb for me. At least I got out of the house! I have been so passive the past several months. It is as if an intertia fell over me and that I am having to expend a large amount of energy to become an object in motion again.
Oh well... Back to the grind. I have to convince a couple of teachers that the emotional cost of having me in their classes is well worth the benefit that it brings in terms of entertainment and conviviance.
More later...
I just got out of the Admissions and Records line. I filed a change in program to be enrolled in the MA program for Mild to Moderate SPED. This is only 12 or so units beyond my credential and is worth well over $5000 per year to do. Duh! Even a person with as limited brain power as I possess can see the advantage in writing a term paper, thesis, same thing...
