Life: Just That

I have an official date for moving people to come pack my things. It has been a rather frustrating process. Some days I have felt like a hostage (except the guns, beatings, and bread and water) I have been emotionally and mentally moved for a long time.

My mother in law is supposed to come help because of my back. I also wanted an extra pair of eyes on the movers – not that I think they will necessarily steal things but just to be certain everything is accounted for. She is dealing with a family crisis and almost seems put out about coming here at this point. I planned this with her far in advance. I understand how she might feel pulled in too many directions; however, I really need her.

Her family crisis means my son was left with his grandfather. They know how to push each other’s buttons. They are equally stubborn. My son called tonight and I had to mediate an argument over something stupid (it always is) where neither of them were willing to back down (they never are). I may have to make a 11 hour drive both ways to pick him up before I can get back to the things I’m running out of time to accomplish around here (yes, honey, my own fault to some extent being the procrastinator that I am).

In the middle of this, I am trying to apply to the alternate route to teaching program. I have been following all the directions I have been given so far. A principle from the school I intended to work in called me today. I do not know if he even read my application (I said I was applying for certification through the alternate program). He may decide to move on to the next person when he realizes it will be 4-6 weeks before I can be approved for the first step in the pre-certification. I will still have to take the Praxis II before and wait for the results of the evaluations before I can be approved as eligible to teach in schools.

Maybe I could start as a “substitute teacher” until we get all this worked out. Right now, all this means that I am filling out forms and scanning sheets and making phone calls when I should be preparing for the moving van.

I finally put my computer back together. I would like to format both hard drives and start anew later. It feels jury rigged but it is mostly functioning. WoW is still buggy and I still crash far more often than I would like.

I am in a new guild. I love several of the people in there that I knew from other guild relationships. I really like some of the new people I have met, including a pair I intend to meet for peach ice cream when I pass through GA on my way to my new home. In spite of that, I feel like I’m in a guild, but not part of one. It is not necessarily any fault of the guild and in their defense I have only been in the guild a few days. I have felt this way the entire time I have played on this server. I just cannot seem to find my place. I rolled an alliance priest (funny how we say rolled which implies rolling die as part of a character creation process that doesn’t actually happen in WoW). I think I did this because I found a way to be part of things with a priest on my old server. I really like the people on this server better and I want to be a part of something here. I thought maybe another priest would do that for me.

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