Da Funk is in the house

I'm battling my bi-annual sickness.

For some reason I usually get sick only 2-3 times per year. I guess I have a pretty good immune system. I don't know what I have, but it could be a cold. All I know is that it sucks and I want to get better.

Seems strange... I survived ALL YEAR without getting sick at school, then the day after the last day of school, guess what happens? That's right, I get the funk.

I've had a sore throat, body aches, headaches, and fever. For the most part my sore throat is all but gone. The body aches goes in and out. The fever is still there.

Our basketball camp starts tomorrow evening, so I'm hoping that I'll feel a lot better by then.

Last night I did two "firsts". It's not a big deal, but I went to Remington Park (the horse races) and Toby Keith's I love this Bar and Grill. I probably would have had a lot better time if I weren't battling the funk.

Until next time, vaya con Dios.

Potluck of poo

Last day of school (with students, that is) was yesterday. Today and tomorrow is mainly for getting our rooms ready for the summer. But, I didn't do any of that today? Why? Because I had the pleasure of attending a 5 hour meeting. But the thing was, it wasn't that bad. I didn't fall asleep at any time. But, tomorrow I have quite a bit to do. I need to finish my inventory list and do some basic clean-up.

The season 3 finale of Lost is tonight. I'm excited and anxious. I'm pretty sure a main character or two will die in the episode. I know that after the show I'll be sad because there won't be any new episodes for a few months. I guess this is kinda how I feel at the end of the college football season.

I'm looking forward to this summer. There are a few basketball camps that I'll be working. Also, I'll be helping out with a few things with my church, H2Ochurch.tv. They are going to Falls Creek in July, Kentucky in early July, river rafting and Six Flags as well. I'm finally going to a church that I'm excited about. Not just one aspect of it. I believe this is a great direction the church is going. And it's barely a year old!

No news doesn't necessarily mean good news. In other words, nothing new in the department-o-love. So, nothing has changed.

Until next time, vaya con Dios.

Ohhh.... You got burrrrrned.

So, two softball games and one and a half sunburns later, I am here.

On Wednesday, the faculty played the seniors in an end-of-the-year softball game. Let's just say it wasn't really that close. The faculty whooped up on 'em. In previous years, the school played basketball instead of softball. The teachers are getting older in years, so, basketball was becoming a less likely sport to play, so softball was a nice alternative.

But, for some reason, I thought I was immune to the effects of the sun. I didn't wear a hat or sunscreen. Let's just say, I looked like an apple... with hair.

The next day, we played the 8th graders in a game of softball. Yes, two days straight of softball. It wasn't originallly planned that way, just happened to fall in place. However, I got smart and wore a hat and sunscreen. Good decision... But I'm still paying for the first sunburn. It hurts... and yes, my students made fun of me for the rest of the week.

Here's some examples of such conversations:
Student 1: "Wow... look at your face."
Me: "What? My face? What happened? (I look at my reflection) AAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!!!!"

Student 2: "Hey, you got a little red."
Me: "Oh, that... yeah,... Whenever people say something stupid, my face turns red. I was born with this condition."

Student 3: "What happened to your face?"
Me: "Got into another bitch-slap fight with a baboon."

And now one that I actually said:
Student 4: "Wow... your face is a little red."
Me: "Well, that's probably due to the sunburn."

Anyways, today was the last day of normal classes. THANK GOD. As I look back to my first couple of weeks, I never thought I could come this far. *Sigh....* I was such a child....

Until next time, vaya con Dios.

Chapter Infinite

I had patience... more than enough.

I'm at a loss for words, really.... Here I am waiting.... then this. I'm pretty sure it's not me.

And so another chapter in my life closes. A really short and strange chapter. So, what will the next chapter begin with? How will it end? Who will help me write it? I hate not knowing, but that is what makes it fun, right?

I still had hope... So, what's your alibi?

Two Turntables and a graduation

Tomorrow I'm graduating .... again... but this time with my Masters.

You would think that graduating would be a big deal. But, for some reason, it doesn't have that much significance to me. Being finally done with school, however, is. The ceremony is the thing I really don't have a lot of positive attitude for. I'm already done with school, plus I've already been through a college graduation just a short time ago. Plus, an aspect I'm probably forgetting, is that I have a job... a good job as I graduate.

I remember feeling the pressure to make something of myself. I remember walking the stage thinking that I had accomplished nothing because I didn't know what I was going to do with my degree. I wasn't sure that I wanted to enter the education field. Most of that was just fear to venture into an unknown part of life.

In high school I was voted "Most likely to succeed." I felt like a lot of expectations were put on me. To a certain extent, I still feel those same pressures. However, when I was doubting what I wanted to do with my life, I felt like I was letting all those people down. I didn't want to have "just another job". I wanted to do something with my life.

Fear isn't necessarily a bad thing. Letting it indwell you is. I was dangerously close to the latter.

Anyways, I'm graduating and I'm glad that's this very long journey of education is over. Well, education that I have to pay tuition for, that is. High five (in Borat's voice).

Until next time, vaya con Dios.