If I were a smart human being, I would budget my time. This would ensure my ability to complete tasks on time and still have time to be lazy. I seem to subscribe to the belief that lazytime should occupy 85% of my awake time. Leaving only 15% of my time for homework, applications, and interview prep. As of now I have one take home final and two essays due Monday, a study guide needed to be sent out to the rest of the study group by Sunday, and finals this Wed. and Thurs. and next Tues., as well as my teaching fellows interview the 19th. How many of these things are done? None of them. And I've been invited to a Christmas party this Saturday that is supposed to last until 5 in the morning. Of course if I were a smart girl, I would have turned down this invitation, but in my world party > homework. So guess where I'll be Saturday night.

I am so grateful to be starting school soon.
Never would I have imagined that spending an extra year in college would be so perfect. NYC is not hiring teachers for this year, so had I graduated in May, as originally planned, I would be jobless. I mean yea I could have applied to other cities but all the people who would have applied to NYC BoE would be doing the same. Now I get one more year of schooling while I wait out the storm. It gives me a good year to start all my applications to teaching fellowships: Newark, NY, Philly, and Baltimore.
Teachers are always an in demand job, but see I chose the wrong side of teaching. Any school district you go to there are always superintendents begging for science, math, and special ed teachers. I hate math and was never good at science and I don't have the patience for special ed. I want to be a history teacher. A high school history teacher. Do I have a death wish? Maybe. But how can I resist?! I love history. So hopefully this year thousands of high school history teachers retire in the tri-state area. If you know a history teacher I suggest you encourage them to retire. If you know a recently married history teacher (woman) encourage them going on maternity leave. I need a job soon.

Kickboxing... more like kickmybuttboxing.
Ten minutes into the class and I'm already huffing and puffing like a fat man walking up a flight of stairs. I've been taking 2 hour long classes a week for about 2 months now, and I have yet to improve my lung capacity and push up endurance. After one cheating push-up (knees bent) my arms are already shaking on the next. My upper body strength is the same now as when I was 5 years old. Despite my workout habits, my eating habits have not changed one bit. I still enjoy my loads of white simple carbs and sugary beverages. Perhaps this is the reason why it takes me 15 minutes to walk up the three block hill near my house (which I've been walking up for 17 years). I wasn't made to be fit.

Ok, so I've been a little bit behind in postings (ok, a lot behind), but i have valid excuses.

My thesis consumed my life. 30 pages of Cuba, sorry A. and T., but it came to a point where I began to strongly dislike cuba. but as soon as that paper was out of the way, those warm, loving feelings returned.

I'm not sure how it works, but I have a feeling sometime before the semester begins, professors gather together in some underground club to conspire together. They all gather their syllabi and choose a week to have ALL of their final papers due. To screw us all over. And that is how Rutgers fucked me over this past month.

I've been working on my fitness. Yes, just like Fergie and her humps. Kickboxing, yoga, running, cycling, you name it, I've been doing it. Kicking my butt into shape again. Hopefully this fitness binge lasts longer than the one that happened freshman year.

I got lazy. Plain and simple. Can't a girl sit on her butt all day? It gets hard to procrastinate on Facebook when there's a blog calling your name. I'm a multi website kind of girl, monogamy is not my thing.