i shall read for a while, finish my drinkie-poo (is it alcoholism if you drink alone? i did wait till after 5 (largely because i didn't make it home until then))
let's try to sum it up regardless: the planets seem to be aligning in such a way that thus it is written (or "wrote" as the dumb ones up north are wont to utter) that yay, verily, i must become a post secondary teacher of one thing or another. i could so stomach the 2-4 month holidays, but the sight of those faces, blank and yearning for knowledge, would turn my delicate guts. so i think i shall stick to my original plan - grizzly bear poop-scooping in bc's parks.
what do you wanna be when you grow up?