Rambling Girl

My intentions for writing this post is to ramble, so if you get bored, don't say I didn't warn you.

So, what's on my mind today?

Well, first of all, I'm a bit bummed. Tomorrow my favorite local band is headlining a festival and I thought I was going to the shore, so I didn't make plans. I can hardly get my friends to pull their asses out of bed for things that I tell them about 20 million months in advance.. so I'm not going to bother trying to find a festival partner. I'm going to skip this one. I feel bad. The bassist sent me a message, telling me that they miss me and wanted me to be there.

(Probably because I'm a psycho bitch who pushes my ass up to the front row and sings and dances like a crazy person with a yummy Screwdriver in my hand.)

What else? Last night I bought La Roux tickets. I was going to go by myself, but after some research, I found out that my friend really likes her so now we're going together. I'm heading to the city today to get discount parking tickets. Because parking in Philly is a bitch.

Actually, speaking about Philly parking.. how does the whole teacher parking thing work in Philly? Do you have to fend for yourself?! I start teaching at a middle school on Cottman Avenue this September. The whole parking issue is scaring me, because I've seen many hit and runs in Philadelphia (and actually have been in one, thanks to my wonderful friend Cassie who wouldn't listen to my parking instructions).

I've been on Cottman Avenue plenty of times but I really don't pay attention to anything. I wish I would've, because then I would know about this whole parking thing. Maybe I'll stop by today. I can't believe I'm teaching in a school in Killadelphia and I'm concerned about parking... lmao.

I just tried searching "Cottman Avenue" on Google and the first thing that pops up is "Cottman Avenue murders." Greaaat.

I did research in a Philly school once and they did this poetry assignment and nearly every poem was about murder, drugs, and being poor. I feel so bad for these kids. They were only in 7th grade. They were such sweethearts too. They called me "Miss Nicole." I'm not going to lie, I've worked in suburban schools in the past and I think I greatly preferred the city kids.

I like the fact that I get to teach them English. I have the opportunity to allow them to express themselves. To be honest, seeing them write about that stuff made me kind of happy, because at least they were getting it out somewhere. And you know what, they were all extremely talented with words. Maybe not spelling and mechanics.. but these were actual POEMS.

It was cute. One day I got up in front of class and asked them how many of them wanted to go to college. Every single kid raised their hand. It made me smile. I ended up taking them on a field trip to my college and they loved it.

I have a bunch of silly stories from my days at that school. It's when I finally decided to teach 7th and 8th graders as opposed to high school students. They made me fall in love with them!

Anyway. Kevin and my dad are going fishing tonight so what should I do? I guess it depends on how late they go. I guess they're going night fishing. If that's the case, I'm plopping my lazy butt into bed and relaxing.