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I have written 4 poems now in the last few days which is pretty funny cause I haven’t written a poem in YEARS. Are they good is the question. I always base my writing in 1st person. I think I am going to submit them to the Boston Review. If they like them great, if not great. I am not going to sweat it. Like I said it has been years since I wrote poems but more and more I am learning life is about chance and creating opportunities for yourself.  If you don’t take a risk, how the hell are you going to succeed? Now if I can only apply that logic to the business debacle.  Hmmmm

We are going to NYC again for the 3rd week in a row. Friday we are going to a cocktail reception for SIU Alumni. My husband is a SIU Alumni. I am hoping it’s fun. Even if  it isn’t we are in NY. I always feel at home there. Ya know, in my element.

I bought NKOTB & Backstreet Boys tickets for the June 12th show here in NJ. My best friend and I are going. We went to the one 2 years ago at the IZOD. I can’t believe they paired with Backstreet. Pretty sweet. This seems to be my favorite NKOTB song right now – http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ji_l0GvKpL4

I taught the honors classes at my internship this week. Period 4 went better than Period 9. 9th I was kinda fumbling for my words. They seemed to like my writing assignment.  I don’t know. I am SO over this semester.

Let’s see, what else have I learned this week? I think Peter Pan Syndrome is kicking in. I want to enjoy myself whether that’s with theater or music or hanging out. I also learned that sometimes you need to keep your mouth shut. I am an opinionated person and sometimes that is really hard to do. Every once in a while the Mother Teresa syndrome kicks in full swing. I don’t know. Since I started throwing myself into writing, I have been a HUGE mush with the heart on the sleeve. UGH! That’s a good way for people to take advantage. I don’t like droppin the guard. I think we all feel that way in a sense. . .

We may be FINALLY having our high school reunion. In 18 years we NEVER had a reunion. Pretty sad.

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It’s been a LONG time. Did you ever hear that phrase “I’m up to my ass in elephants?” That’s me! I have been so busy with my internship, grading massive amounts of papers because of the size of the classrooms, classes, and getting our show revised and edited. Thank goodness I do not have to be in it. I am looking forward to seeing it come to life. I wasn’t sure at first. More and more feedback started to trickle in. Some good and some not so good. We never got to go through process with the play so we had to do a quick revision. It seems to be more conversational now. Of course we allow the actors to have some creative input. When this over we are going to take a playwriting class in New York. I would also like to take a character development workshop.

I am getting observed next week by my supervisor in the classroom I am interning in. My cooperating teacher wants me to do a Revise & Edit lesson. I started the powerpoint tonight. I should probably give it a rest but I think my nerves are a little on edge. I am sitting here now trying to unwind listening to music on the computer. I am listening to Stairway to Heaven. I am not a Zaeppelin fan. I just love this song.  There is a lot to it – metaphors and such.

I promise to write more!


Sorry there was a lapse in time. I started classes. Today as a matter of fact was my first day interning at a local high school. I will elaborate on being back in college at a later time. Oh boy, I am definitely not used to getting out of bed at 5:10 a.m. The school’s first bell is at 7:20 a.m.

March 20, 2009 – Time for court! My husband and I arrived in a downtown urban area where the court was housed. We walked four blocks to the court building, took the elevator up, and entered the waiting room. The court was PACKED. It was like a sardine can in there. I couldn’t believe all the individuals there for the same reason. Since there wasn’t any room, we stood up against the wall near the entrance and waited for our attorney. When she arrived, she took us into the actual court area we were seated and waited for our case to be called. Supposedly the trustee we were assigned was a real hard ass. When our case number was called, the trustee asked if counsel was present. We approached the table and answered all his questions. He was actually very nice to us. My attorney was shocked at how well he treated us. We explained everything. He had a copy of our Quickbooks. It was very easy to see how much money we lost from this lemon. Listening to him read back our situation left a sour taste. We were sitting with him no more than 10 minutes. He concluded our meeting by saying, “I am assuming you wouldn’t be here if it had not been for this business, correct?” We answered, “correct” in unison. That was it. Our attorney bought us lunch and we left our future in the trustee’s hands. It was another waiting game.

In the next month and month and a half we received news on both fronts. My test scores had come in to ETS Testing Service and we received a letter in the mail from the district court. Nervously I logged into the test site. I clicked on test scores and up they came. WOO HOO! I passed! I got a 164. In order to get a Certificate of Eligibility, a score of 162 had to be obtained.  

When my husband got home from work we opened the letter from the Bankruptcy court – DISCHARGED! The feeling was unbelievable. It was like having an enormous weight lifted off our shoulders. Bye Bye Albatross! We craved a fresh start and now we were going to finally have the chance to get one. One can only watch The Secret so many times!

When I received my Certificate of Eligibility in English in the mail, I started to submit resumes for a Teacher of English position to various districts. I even submitted for Teacher Aide positions. I had two interviews for an Aide’s position out of the 30 something resumes I sent out. This is another situation one has to laugh at. I wonder if people even look at resumes before they call you in.

The Alternate Route path was not working out. A friend of my husband’s who is a principal told him for every position open, the district was receiving 200 resumes. He also said that when he received resumes he separated them into 3 piles – Experience, No experience, and Alternate Route. If someone was alternate route, he didn’t even bother with the resume. Apparently student teaching was a very important component to most districts. That prompted a discussion with my husband about applying to college and getting the certification the standard way. I hadn’t been in college since 1999. Now at 34 I was applying to go back.


Happy Labor Day World! Hope everyone had a nice weekend! The hubby and I ordered new wedding rings this weekend. Finally we are going to match! I can’t believe I start classes again tomorrow. I don’t know if I am ready for the harder part of the journey. Speaking of the journey, let’s get back to it.

It was March 14, 2009 – Praxis Test day. It was literally only a month and a half since my father died. I woke up early, had breakfast, and drove down to the University I am attending now with my husband to take my exam. My body had not been able to come down off the stress yet. I kissed my husband goodbye when he dropped me off at the front of the building. I entered the building and got in line with the other test takers. As I was waiting to go into the auditorium, I got two text messages – one was from my husband wishing me luck and telling me he loves me and the other was from my best friends, Melissa and Frank. They told me they were thinking of me, wished me luck, told me they loved me, and to remember I had a little extra help this time around. They meant my dad was with me. I absolutely prayed for his help and to get me through.

I took my seat and broke the seal when the proctors told us to. I had two hours to finish 120 questions based on all things English related or so I thought. Some of the questions had absolutely nothing to do with teaching English. Isn’t that funny? Two hours for 120 questions? REALLY? It takes several minutes to answer just one question. In some cases, you have to read a paragraph to answer the questions, yet they expect you to take only a minute to answer each question. It’s just absurd to me that it’s mandatory to take a test in order for you to get your teaching certification. Some people are horrible test takers but brilliant in the classroom. It’s just like when you want to obtain a Master’s Degree. What the hell does the GREs and Analogy Test have to do with you wanting to better yourself in a field that has nothing to do with anything that’s actually on the exams? In my opinion, it’s all a bit of nonsense. Just sayin . . .

In any case,  this test was a lot harder than the other two I had taken years ago. As a side note, they raised the score to pass to 162. The first two times I had taken the test, you only needed a 155. I guessed on a lot of the questions. It got to point where I had such a weird feeling. I was on auto pilot. I felt like I was having an out-of-body experience and someone else was doing the work for me. When I was finished, I didn’t have a good feeling. My husband was waiting for me in the hall of the building outside the auditorium. He asked how I did. I gave him the raspberries and said, “Forget it! This one was the hardest one out of the three of them.” Now we played the waiting game for the score. If I remember correctly, I think the scores were going to be available in four weeks. Relieved that the test was over, the focus went back to the bankruptcy which was the following week. What was going to happen when I actually had time to sit and digest everything that had happened starting with my father? At this point, I didn’t know because my mind was on court and what our trustee was going to do in regards to our case. I can’t imagine that our petition for Chapter 7 would be denied. We never made a profit in the 2.5 years we owned the gym, I had lost my job and was on unemployment. He had to rule in our favor. Stay tuned!