growing up

I GOT A C IN INTRO TO POLITICS! I'm not going to fail my last semester of college! YAY! I got an A in my other two classes so double yay! This month is going MUCH more smoothly. I'm just taking intro to philosophy. We only have four multiple choice tests (and the lowest score is dropped) and the professor is late (and hungover) almost every day and lets us out about an hour early. Don't get me wrong, he's a really intelligent guy and the class is interesting, but the workload is so much lighter than last month- especially since the professor seems as distracted as the rest of us.

I've been applying for jobs back in the cities-translation and interpretation positions, mostly- and I think I found one I really like. It's a receptionist job at a bilingual charter school in Minneapolis. It would be great to work in a school environment so I can decide if I want to pursue teaching, I'd be able to incorporate my Spanish into the job, and I'd get to live downtown! The school is right on the bus and lightrail route, so I wouldn't have to worry about transportation. I mean, the neighborhood the school is in is kind of sketchy, but let's face it, if I want a job where I can use my Spanish I'll probably end up somewhere inner-city no matter what. I'll just get a nice purse-sized can of pepper spray. The coordinator just emailed me back today, so that's promising. I'm just hoping she doesn't mind waiting a few weeks for an interview; considering school doesn't start until September, I think I should be okay.

I really hope my Spanish is up to par with what the school needs. I'm pretty out of practice considering I haven't taken a Spanish class in over a year and haven't tutored in over a month. It looks like they mostly use Spanish there too-they split the curriculum so it's taught half in English and half in Spanish from fifth through eighth grade, but the younger students are mostly taught in Spanish. Most of them live in Spanish-speaking households, of course, and a lot of their parents don't know any English, and I'd be working with them a lot. It's a little nerve-wracking, but I think I can handle it.

Now I can't stop thinking about how great it will be to be a real grown up. I can't wait to have my own place. Not a dorm, not some crappy house renovated into a crappy apartment, but somewhere nice-old, but sunny and spacious, close to a lightrail station. A window seat would be nice too, but it's not a deal-breaker. OOH. I want to get a cat. A black cat. And I'll have to get work clothes. I get to dress all cute and professional (I mean, it's not exactly the most important part of the job, but I wear jeans and t-shirts ninety percent of the time, so it'll be nice to have an excuse for a wardrobe change). I don't know if I'd want a roommate or not; it would be cheaper and safer, but I like having a place to myself.

I don't have much else to say. I know I said I'd write about my trip to Milwaukee, but I think I'll do that later.