Spelling & my day in the ghetto

It is nice to say that I (for once) feel totally confident and sure about my decision to come to C-bus and do this masters degree. This in spite of the fact that most people look at me like I have ten heads when I tell them that I am working on two masters at the same time. I get a lot of "so...what are you doing here?" when I tell them I am not teaching presently, that I am performing. Sigh.

But it is nice to be in classes where I am learning SOOOOO much and to feel like it all has a purpose. In my Educational Psychology class (taught by Torello who is possibly the most fun teacher I have ever had) we were talking about repressed emotions and learned helplessness. I was looking through some of my blogs noticing that I sometimes don't have the right word or I don't spell correctly. When I was a young gal in second grade, my dad tells me that some of my peers, while they were grading my spelling tests, would erase my correct answer and put wrong answers down. When my dad looked at my awful test, saw the handwriting and knew (having quizzed me and known what I knew) what must be going on, he had a chat with the teacher about the problem. She didn't seem concerned (bitch) and he used some choice words and she eventually cracked. Needless to say, I switched out of that school. But my point is, I have repressed that memory. I have very little recollection of my time at that school (apparently I played the drum there for a while...who knew? not me!) and I still detest spelling.

Anyway, I got to go past the Kroger on the other side of the tracks on Main St. today, and if you know Bexely you know that is ghetto land. It ended up being an ok experience when we went to the mental health facility for children today and I learned some tips for catering to those students who may have these problems. I am back home now and I have TONS of typing to do, but I wanted to catch up. Enjoy.

Beautiful day

For the last few days the weather in Cleveland has been BEAUTIFUL. Unfortunately, I have had no one to share it with. Much sadness. My parents have left for a trip and Evan went home to do stuff (there went my dreams of a romantic dinner). I do have Sullivan for company, but he doesn't talk very much and I can't translate cat.

I am currently getting ready for my trip to C-bus for the summer where I will be starting my (second) masters in music education with a Kodaly emphasis. My attempt to figure out what I want to do with my life. And on that note, it seems that when I want things to move one way, I am usually halted not because of myself but because of others. Sigh. What to do, what to do, what to do!

I'm a whiner, aren't I? I'll just go back to eating my Dave's Comic Sub...mmm, one of the best parts of living here! YUM!

Old Man look at my arm, I have a bruise from you (think Neil Young)

Since my dad has been traveling all over the place and was quite tired on Wednesday, Evan and I got to take my parent's tickets and see "La Traviata" at the Cleveland Playhouse. The soprano was quite good, especially since she had to sing in ridiculous stilettos with no backs, even though she had some jaw tension. The tenor was also great, but he seemed a little full of himself in my opinion and lacked love for Violette and loved himself. The chorus was great (except for this one annoying girl that looked like she was trying a bit too hard) and I just love Cleveland audiences and the enthusiasm for opera and classical music.

However, I had to sit next to this older man who, as soon as he sat down, took up both of the arm rest and invaded my personal space. He also stood to take off his coat and elbowed me quite hard on my arm AND DID NOT APOLOGIES. I don't care what your age is, you should acknowledge when you've hit someone and at least pretend that you are sorry. Also, even though I am small it doesn't mean that anyone has the right to take up my space. It happens on airplanes, in theaters and all over. Grrrr.

Massholes in Ohio

As you can see, I have been busy doing absolutely nothing these past few days in Ohio. Well, that isn't entirely true. I am currently cat sitting for the sweetest tabby named Sullivan. He likes to curl up in the bathroom sink in the morning right as I try to brush my teeth. Also, for Father's Day I got my dad Risk, the Star Wars edition. It took my brother a half hour to find the emperor and end the game. Possibly the shortest Risk game ever played. My dad foolishly did not look to see where the emperor was and placed him in a weak spot. So is life.

Right now I am in a bit of a panic trying to figure out what will be happening at Capital. I haven't gotten a call, an email nothing and I have a feeling that I am going to have to become annoying to get results.

And, as my title suggest, there are Massholes in Ohio, or rather there are Ohioians that are Massholes and I haven't thought of a clever name for them yet. Suggestions?

Traveling is not my bag, baby.

Welcome! So, I am in OH...IO right now and it took some effort to get here. I woke up at 5:30 in the morning and got my stuff together, threw out my trash and showered. Then I attempted to take two HUGE bags and my rolling little suitcase to the T station. Once I got all of my stuff down one escalator (on which I felt scared for my life that I was going to fall) a man helped me take it all back up and to a taxi. Once I arrived at the airport, I got charged more than I should have and, funny enough, I only had enough to pay the amount he asked for with no tip (which would have been the amount I normally would have paid with tip). So, without any cash, I got my crap into the airport and (miraculously) both bags were just under fifty pounds and I got myself to the airplane.

We arrived early and I got home and discovered I was locked out of the house. My brother didn't have the keys for the new lock, so I put my bags on the front porch and went to the back where I finished a new book in the beautiful 70 degree weather. Evan came over and we went and saw Pirates III and I have to say that I was...upset about the ending. It was too sad for me and I would elaborate, but I don't want to ruin it for anyone.

So, tonight is game four for the Cavs and I do hope they win. I am going to go to a bar and cheer them on. Sigh. Meanwhile my beautiful cat, Jake, is doing quite well and I am incredibly glad to see his friendly, furry face again. I am going to set up a Croquet game and I will take some pics for you.

Cheers!