lots o stuff

oh my!
so much stuff. so little time to write about it all! so here's a brief synopsis hmmm. let's see.

head of the class
the semester's almost over with my teaching experience at my alma mater. i must say finding time to prepare to teach for the class and continue my regular daily activities prooved to be more involved than i thought it would. but so far it's been worth it. the students seem to be learning despite my secret fears that i haven't been effectively teaching them squat. but to my surprise and theirs, some really nice projects have been cranked out. there is one student who tries her best to get a rise or shock out of me and i pretty much don't play up to it. she's one of the most talented there. i think once she realizes that no one's going to put up with her foolishness, she'll come around. she must be 'cause she's signed up for the upper level class in the spring. ha!

temper tantrum!
so i'm asked to teach the next level class at the alma and i say sure. but i can't do it in the middle of the afternoon, twice a week. the schedule is too grueling. i'm really not loving the getting to work 8am and staying 'til 6pm to make up the hours. not fun at all. so we (the head o' the art chair and me) change the time to once a week, late afternoon. i'm half listening when i hear something like "blah, blah, blah. not a full class. blah. blah. not full class. yap yappity prorate at $250 a student. blad blah yap" i'm like whatever that sounds fine.

i get home from teaching. relax a little and start running through my head what i may want to teach and then back to my remembrance "yap yap $250 per student" WHAT! hold the press! what happens if i don't get a full class? what if i end up with only 2 students? you mean you're only going to pay me $500 for teaching from january to may? four months of rearranging my schedule (work and personal), burning gas and sleep! uh. i don't think so. so i have a chat with mr. art chair. more like pitch a fit. "the amount of work doesn't decrease because my number of students isn't the desired full class quota." i love the dept and the school, but there's absolutely no way at all that i'm going to be able to do this for such meager pay. we go back and forth and i continue to pitch my fit and disgust for the school and their backwards thinking for compensating adjuncts. to make a long story short. the art dept will be making up the difference in pay for next semester. i thinking of taking this matter up with the provost. it's not right, but i can't burn the bridge i'm standing on.

there's another temper tantrum story involving my cell phone, but i'll save that for another entry.

and baby makes three.
freebird is here! on nov 8 around 7pm, my dear friends welcomed the beautiful bouncing boy into their family. what a glorious and much awaited blessing. i cried when i saw his little picture. mazel tov! congratulations masumi and hubby! i can't wait to meet him when i visit!

dirty thirty!
i'm officially out of my twenties! thank God! let the good times begin. i started the celebration early with a girls night in with some good friends, my sister and mother. we stayed up late, talked and watch movies. the next day we sprinted over for a quick choir rehearsal, then back to prep for my big party. another friend of mine informed me the day before that she was bringing a secret guest. ah. fb, you matchmaker, you! i say what ever. i'm thirty. what have i got to lose! friends and fam start arriving. we sing karoke, dance, eat, sing some more and have a great time. special thanks to kmm who gave up her beloved cock/tiger game to party with me. it paid off, her team won! the late nighters headed over for some midnight bowling. we make lots o' noise, bowl terribly and make fun of each other. it was absolutely the greatest. we come back eat some more, and fall asleep. the next day is my actual birth day. we go to a matinee showing of the next installment of the harry potter movie. awesome! the day is ended with good byes to traveling guests and communion service at my church. it was really nice, but i was sooo tired.

i know you mean well, but...
ha! thought i forgot about ol' mystery guest, didn't cha? well, don't get all excited. that spark fizzled out as soon as i opened the door and said, "hi, welcome to my party." fb is an awesome, beautiful person. she's wonderful and sweet and the best friend you could ever ask for. BUT has no clue in what i like as far as guys go. the guy seemed nice, but a little too old for me. there was absolutely no physical attraction at all (at least on my end). fb. you may want to do a little deeper profile of yours truly before you try entering me on the "dating, mismatching game!"

well i think that sums it all up for now. promise more to come before the year's end.

be ready. be spunky. be blessed.