I am unofficially announcing to you all that grad school will probably happen next fall. I talked with a former professor/boss today about the program I’m interested in (since she’s heavily involved in it), and she outlined the details of what the program would entail. As soon as classes are over, I’m going to sit down and get all my application materials together, so I won’t be able to officially announce anything until sometime early next year.
Figuring things stick fairly close to plan, I’ll be teaching composition classes at a community college by the 2012-2013 school year.
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I’ll be 23 in 3 1/2 weeks!
I’ll be a college graduate in 4 1/2 weeks!
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I’ve hit a phase where I have absolutely no desire for men. It’s kind of… awesome?
Well, it would be awesome… if I were completely lacking in desire. But no. Somehow I got it into my head that what I really need is a change of pace in relationships, and somehow “change of pace” morphed into “Fuck men. I need to experience what it’s like to have a girlfriend.” And it doesn’t help that my best relationship EVER was with a man who was a bit, um, how should I put it? Flamboyant, maybe? There were definitely many, MANY signs pointing toward him not being completely straight. I didn’t mind it at all — it was nice.
And it also doesn’t help that I keep running into a female friend/former co-worker of mine who I may or may not have a small crush on. (It doesn’t feel like the kind of crushes I have on guys, so I don’t know what’s going on). I honestly can’t tell if she’s just a naturally affectionate person with everyone or if there’s something else going on underneath some of her words and actions. These “signs of something more” range from always giving me a hug when we run into each other, which can easily mean nothing (even though she’s the only person who hugs me on regular basis)… all the way to telling me “You’re so cute” in a way that completely threw me off and first made me wonder if there was something more going on. (It’s hard to describe the way it sounded — you would have to hear it to fully understand). But then she points out cute boys in the coffee shop (that’s where we are during most of our conversations), and I am left completely confused.
And now I’m realizing that I’m overanalyzing the situation, so I’m going to stop right now.
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