Journalism? Teacher? Whatever.

So, the other day, I got a brochure from Edmonds CC, and I was going through it, and all the classes that I got excited about were Writing related. Besides the Greek History and Art classes, when I say art, I don't mean me doing the art, but learning about it. It got me seriously thinking, what if I went for journalism? I write, I read CNN on my phone when I'm bored. I could do it. It would also allow me to travel, you know if I work for a major player in the journalism field. I'm not talking about tv journalism, because me on tv would be bad. I talk so fast, people don't understand me. If I was a journalist, I could potentially raise awareness of the things that irk me. I mean really get to me, like how people want to go to OTHER countries to help children, when there's plenty in the US that need help too. The only thing is, if I was a journalist, it would be much harder for me to become a foster mom. Well, not necessarily become one, but be one. I wouldn't be around as much if I was say, an English teacher. I'm still fighting with that. I'm getting pulled in fifty thousand different directions.

I stand still, and I feel my heart being tugged toward becoming an English teacher. But the thing is, I don't think I would make a very good teacher. I'm not very patient. Teenagers should be able to turn in work when it's due, should know how to respect people, should be able to write in complete sentences and a lot of them don't. I would be at my wits end with my class, all the time. I wouldn't care if they had an F, I wouldn't allow them to turn in late work, unless they were absent. They would all hate me. I know it. They would egg my house in the middle of the night. I know they would. I'm the kind of person who won't take crap from people who should know not to give it, unless the expect to shovel it. At a certain point teens should realize a couple key things about life. 1) If you want to be treated like a grown up, act like one. 2) Excuses are for the weak minded. If you didn't do homework, just say I didn't do it. If you didn't read the book, don't try to convince a teacher you did, just say, I didn't read it. It's not that hard. Teachers can see through anything, and if you can manage to lie to them with a straight face,and they believe you completely, maybe you should consider joining the CIA. 3) Learn how to grin and bare it. Talking back isn't going to get you anywhere. 4) Respect is what will be what causes a person, namely a teacher, to bend the rules just once for you. Not an attitude.

In situations where students are complete assholes, I don't blame the parents. I blame the kid. If you know me well, you would automatically assume I had good parents, but I didn't, and I don't. I turned out just fine. So did my brother. Things like this, are because the person made the choice to be who they are, same with those evil teens. If you ask me, the most horrible thing to ever do to a teenage student is to call their parents or email them about their behavior. Talk to the student, until they want you to shut up about it, if they know you will keep them after class and lecture them everyday, they will stop being assholes because they don't want you to keep them from talking to their friends between classes. Idk maybe I would make a good teacher...I know I want to write though.

It's 9:49, and I feel like writing.

It's never enough to say I love you,
It's never enough to say I've tried,
It's hard to believe, that there's no way out,
for you and me.
It seems to be, the story of our lives.
Nobody wins when everyone is losing.
-Theory of A Deadman.

That is an amazing band. They should be more popular than they are. Sucks when you play real music, when a vast majority of the population thinks "real" music is Justin Bieber and Miley Cyrus. I'm going to start changing my library around more. I have discovered all these amazing bands, I'd rather listen to, compared to the other stuff I have. I love music, I think the world would be even worse off without it. I will always listen to music, I will always give every singer and band a chance.

Today has been a long day. I woke up and made brownies, cleaned the motor home, cleaned my room, trimmed flowers, picked flowers, mowed the lawn, cleaned the kitchen, showered, and watered the lawn. I worked out for like five minutes, then decided I was too gross to even work out, so of course I had to take a shower. I was covered in pieces of dead grass, and dirt. A shower was much needed. I'm going to let Precious sleep with me tonight, I think. She deserves it. Twinkle can stay out of my room. With that, I am going to bed. This blog doesn't have a point. I will most likely delete it some where down the road.