I finally decided after spending what I estimate was my entire state return on alcohol (in one week) that I have a problem that I need to face. It's odd to call myself an alcoholic when I haven't done all the fun things like wake up in the gutter, get my license revoked for too many DUI's, came into work drunk, etc., but then I realized that it was better to stop before these things start happening.
Notes from the first 48 hours: A 12 pack of fantastic tasting soda costs the same as a 6 pack of horrible tasting beer.
June 7th: It's a magnet in my brain, a constant weak force trying to get me to drink. It flares and subsides, but never goes away.
Saturday, May 23, 2009
Monday, May 4, 2009
A little late?
So I'm planning on going to go back to school in the fall to begin the process of becoming a teacher.
For the longest time, I've pushed myself to do various things to redeem myself in the eyes of people I've let down. Well, yesterday standing in Barnes and Noble looking at the educator related material I realized that the first people I really let down were my teachers in school. I can remember handing my sculpture teacher my withdrawal forms, and her looking me in the face, saying "I won't sign this." She did anyways of course. I wish she hadn't, though I suppose it wouldn't have mattered.
I need to apologize to her, Mr. Matheny, Mr. Ballard, all the rest, and this is the best way I know how.
I'd like to return to Ohio to teach, as the state Arizona just decided to balance its budget by cutting over $300 million from education funding. I'm guessing another state would be more receptive to new teachers, especially strange ones like myself (year shy of 30, high school drop-out). The way I figure, I can at least teach from life experience.
On how NOT to do things at any rate.
For the longest time, I've pushed myself to do various things to redeem myself in the eyes of people I've let down. Well, yesterday standing in Barnes and Noble looking at the educator related material I realized that the first people I really let down were my teachers in school. I can remember handing my sculpture teacher my withdrawal forms, and her looking me in the face, saying "I won't sign this." She did anyways of course. I wish she hadn't, though I suppose it wouldn't have mattered.
I need to apologize to her, Mr. Matheny, Mr. Ballard, all the rest, and this is the best way I know how.
I'd like to return to Ohio to teach, as the state Arizona just decided to balance its budget by cutting over $300 million from education funding. I'm guessing another state would be more receptive to new teachers, especially strange ones like myself (year shy of 30, high school drop-out). The way I figure, I can at least teach from life experience.
On how NOT to do things at any rate.
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