Autumn Sky

Yesterday was, as I like to refer that day of madness within the community college world, the Day of Books. For me the Day of Books is when I receive my book vouchers and my chosen borrowed books from Project Connect come in. The Day of Books is the day of the semester that you get the joy, nay, privilege to lug five (easily ripped) bags of text books and other [un]necessary school supplies around campus under the boiling sun. I get giddy on the Day of the Books simply because I’m your friendly neighborhood super nerd girl. I usually get most of my school supplies early, and I did this semester except for one thing, a pen/pencil bag. My friend and I browsed a few stores and ended up in Wal*Mart. It was when I was dodging angry eyed parents that I realized something, I’m so glad that I’m not in high school anymore.

You see, I did graduate a little over a month early; I did home school for my senior year. Despite those two facts, I hated my time in high school. Upon reflection, I think there are two types of people in the world. There are those who twenty years from graduation say, “I’m so glad I’m not in high school” and then there are those who say, “I miss high school”. It doesn’t matter what clique you were in or how you perceived yourself to be when you were in high school. It all boils down to how you were developing and how you handled it. For me, I didn’t handle much of anything very well. I didn’t get along with most of my peers because I either didn’t respect them or like them. The ones I did like, were a collection of people from different groups who I would spend quality time with on a semi-regular basis. I find myself still doing this, but now I know that that is how I roll.

I guess I’m just saying that I’m looking forward to my first official full semester. I’m glad high school is behind me. Sorry to all my still-in-high-school readers, I don’t mean to offend. Do you have any plans for this upcoming semester?

B. Believe in Yourself

Wednesday
Wednesday afternoon after I had written my last blog, ABC of Growing Up, I went outside and spread out a sheet on the ground. I spent all afternoon meditating on who I want to be and where I want to go. I watched the sun melt into the earth and I waited in anticipation as the stars began to wake. I prayed to the universe, as I never had before, and I worshiped the fireflies and the swooping bats. I was the audience to a countless symphony of crickets and katydids. I wished on the stars that the people before me had written poems about. For the first time in a long time, I remembered how to love the universe. I remembered how to speak to God. Read the rest of this entry »

Happy Birthday, Meli!!!

Jeez, all my friends are water signs. So many birthdays in the up-coming months!

You can’t imagine how liberating it feels to have a job, even if it’s only part time. Working for your own pay check is simply wonderful. However, I must inform you never to work in retail. I’m sure there are much worse jobs such as being Sunshine Kids’ custodian or maybe the poor soul who scrapes gum off of the bottom of Wal*Mart’s toilets. But short of those jobs; never work in children’s retail if you can help it.

It’s not my co-workers or the environment. My work is more invigorating than most, nay it’s the customers themselves. Not all the customers mind you, some are nice and even fewer are down right pleasant. It’s not even the soccer moms who make a salesperson’s job slightly intolerable, it’s the mom who wants the hoodie in the biggest size (which means it’s in the back of the very top rack) then upon further inspection (and you making yourself look like an idiot using a giant claw to retrieve the hoodie of choice) deciding not to buy it after all. This my friends, has not happened once twice or even three times, it’s happened four just in the two days of my employment at Osh Kosh. My outlet mall Osh Kosh B’Gosh has to be the most well stocked store I have EVER been to. It also has possibly the best customer program in the history of man kind. I’ve never seen a bigger selection, better price, cleaner store, and more friendly salespeople than at this particular children’s outlet store. Still, no matter how hard my co-employees seem to work it doesn’t seem good enough for that very explicit group of parents who want that last pink skirt on the rack but in a size up. Like I said before, it is an excellent place to work please excuse my ability (nay, superpower) to exaggerate. I’m very happy to be working at a place with A/C and nice co-workers. Read the rest of this entry »