Well, started school yesterday. It isn't very inconvenient to get to, I guess it's okay. We have to work in groups, like we are in kindergarten to create presentations that are due at the end of this week. Since I have been named a Master Teacher by New York State, I am allowed to take these accelerated courses that last only a week each, though they are about 6 hours a day. Mostly, my group and I sit and laugh at other people and complain about the tiny, tiny, too tiny for my big ass seats they have provided for us. This first course is Understanding Instruction of the Learning Disabled Student. It acctually is very interesting, I have learned all sorts of new things that I previously did not know. I have homework to do (uggh), I have to create an IEP: Individualized Education Program for a fictional emotionally disturbed, academically delayed student. The thing is, though I am technically a general education teacher, many of my students were behind so I have created one more than a few times already. I also have to give a presentation on the Orton-Gillingham methodology of literacy and have to create a sample lesson implementing the methodology as well as give tips and reasons why this mehtod is effective in teaching children with learning disabilities so in other words, I am having a fun filled, non stop excitement week. Yah, me. (Sarcasm alert if not already identified).

On another note, there is a VERY cute guy in my class and he is just my type. Unfortunately, I wear on my left hand a wedding and engagement type ring that I bought myself after my fiancee and I broke up as a symbol of self committment and I think that he thinks I am married. Either that or he doesn't like fat chicks. He's actually in my group and I get to work with him nearly all day, maybe I'll mention I'm not married to him.

On yet another note, Mysterious Ex called me last night but naturally I did not answer the phone and let the machine pick it up. He left me some sad sounding message about how he has been meaning to call me for the last few days but did not because all of his conferences were beginning to early or ending too late, BULLSHIT. When I came home this evening, he had left another message and said he would try to call again later but, I of course "won't be home". I don't have time to talk to him and bring up this entire thing, I have to stay positive so that I can complete this course pass hopefully with a great grade. I will deal with Mysterious Ex on the weekend when I am free to read my script and I won't have much else to do until Monday.

My classes are taking place downtown where all the good shoping is and where there are no less than 6 fat girl stores so yesterday of course, I went shopping during my lunch hour. I bought a pair of shoes, a skirt, a tank top and a pair of earrings. I did all of this in an attempt to continue with my fast and wound up spending like $150.00. Today, in an attempt to spend less money, I went to this very nice restaurant (alone, I've NEVER done that), which I have always loved and had a $30.00 dollar lunch. Sure, it was better than spending 150 dollars but, I can't continue eating 30 dollar lunches, especially when there is no one ther to foot my bill. Not sure what I will do tomorrow, maybe go shopping. Today's luch came with a lovely slice of chocolate moose (I'm sure that's not the spelling) cheesecake, which I ate half of at lunch and wolfed the other half down when I got home.

I was very mean to The Heavenly One today and I feel bad about it, I will have to go to her house and apologize. She has been babysitting Sam for me since I have been going to school so, on the way home, I stop by her house, pick him up then I come home, take a shower or lay down for a bit, take him for a walk and then he and I may or may not go to her house. Today, my brother came by and took The Heavenly One to BJ's (like a Costco or Sam's Club) since I was not going to be home, I gave her a short list of things that I wanted, she said she would get them. Well this evening I was hot, I gave my seat on the bus (ewww, the bus) to a pregnant woman and her baby (despite the fact that there was like four able bodied men on the bus) and had to stand up almost the entire ride home. Also, my ass hurt from squeezing myself into the tiny little seat for like 6 hours today, I was hot, tired and ready to get home. When I went to THO's house to pick up Sam, I remembered I did not have milk at home (I wanted milk to wolf down with the remaining half of my cake) so I went to steal some from my mom. When I was getting ready to leave, she pulled up with my brother, my two nieces and a SUV full of groceries. Dammit! I said to myself. I was not in the mood to cart groceries into her house, mind you, BJ's gives no bags so everything is loose and you literally have to pick up the item and bring it into the house. I DID NOT WANT TO! She gladly announced upon seeing me "MY NAME!, how lucky we are, bring in some groceries!" Mind you, my mom isn't picking up anything, she never does. I made like three trips with stuff in my hand and then I just said, I'M NOT PICKING UP ANY MORE STUFF! I then picked Sam up and came home. That was very mean, I know but, I was tired, I was hiking around the city on BUSES nonetheless, my ass and feet hurt, I was tired and all I wanted to do was lay across the bed naked, turn on the AC, eat my cake and guzzle my stolen milk, that was my plan, not hauling groceries. I didn't want to haul groceries. So, I have to apologize to my mom for my behavior. Well, off to do my homework, ewwwww.