"I see the road is rough
You know I'm not giving up"

Yeah, so I decided that doing the html myself was such a waste of time when I can just get a diary layout already done. Maybe I'll figure it all out and make my own page later...In the meantime, I'm just enjoying this new, less abrasive layout.

Anyway, my class yesterday was less hard than the intensity of my terror justified. It's always like that. I freak out, and then realize I was being stupid.

In fact, before I read my piece (which was poorly written but I didn't care nearly as much as I thought I would), I prefaced it by telling the class that my phobia of public speaking is one of the reasons I will not become a teacher. Several people in the class later reassured me that it gets better, and not to give up on teaching. It made me feel good. My class members care.

Today I thought a bit about my dream of getting an MFA in creative writing (yeah, I know that it's a useless degree; I still want one. Getting accepted into somebody's program is the hard part of the dream). Why shouldn't I pursue it? I would have to devote much more of my time to writing and reading and all, but that's something I'm not opposed to. I'm going to think about it some more.

And I guess that's it for today. Oh wait, one more thing: Don't you hate how busy it gets at Christmas? It's the one time of year you just want to sit back and reflect and enjoy, but you end up shopping, wrapping, visiting, baking (okay, so I don't personally bake), partying, shopping, shopping, shopping. This paragraph alone makes me tired. I'm going to go take a nap now. Right after I finish up on some shopping.

The song playing on my life soundtrack is: Hallelujah, Here She Comes,U2

 

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