my hunk, my super fly, he's my cable guy
oh a new entry. the problem with new entries is that i never remember when the last entry was. which means i don't know where to start. this leads to a lack of motivation, which leads to a lack of entries.
i live in atlanta now. i've been here for just over a week and i'm loving it thus far. i'm a bit lonely, having met nobody yet. however, monkey (laura j) comes tomorrow. i am thrilled with the prospect of hanging out with someone my own age! ok so i lied a bit. i did meet some people. last week i was at a conference monday-thursday. i met a few other teachers. however, most of them spent the majority of the time talking about their children (mostly older than me to give you a rough ballpark of these women's ages). they were extremely nice, but i need some people my age.
the conference was focused around math, and a new program in georgia (its 4 yrs old, but new to me) called america's choice. it was adopted in school's that didn't make adequate yearly progress. basiclly if your school didn't have enough kids pass the state standerdized test. so my school meets this qualification. i was sent to the conference with no knowledge of what it would be covering. i got there to find out that everyone else was a "math specialist". furthermore, they have all worked with the program for 4 years. so here i am, brand new to the school, to the state, and to this program, and they are talking about ways to support other teachers during the implementation of the program. W! i wanted to scream and run. however, i sat through it, and lunched it up with the 50 somethings while they talked about their grandchildren that they wished they got to see more. all in all it was the time of my life.
my apartment is phatty. i love it compared to the last couple years. the hip studio was cute, but it was tiny! this place is big. 1100 square feet. i have no translation of that in my head, but it seems to do something for everyone else. my mind really doesn't love the math as much as one might expect from a math specialist.
today the cable and internet got hooked up. i was worried about the installation. what do you do when the cable guy comes? i mean i realize if he is hot you just his bones. but what about if he's not. in this case the man was the long lost cousin of the beverly hills hillbillies. he was hick as hick comes. he smelled of old sweat. i politely let him in and introduced myself. what do i do then though? do i watch him install the cable? not exactly thrilling. so i took the pussy route and avoided him. while he hooked up the living room, i was in the bedroom. while he was in the bedroom, i rearranged the videos in the living room. he insisted upon telling me his joke, which was clearly practiced and over-used. "why are all the cable hook-ups in such odd places?" i'm sure you'll never guess. it's a great punch line. perhaps i should wait until my next entry to divulge the great secret. ok, stop begging "because men design all the apartments". please, take a second to collect yourself after that one.
anyhow, tomorrow i help move laura in and so i must rest up.
*i sincerely apologize for using the word pussy is such a demeaning manner