Just shoot me...

The application process for the teacher credential program is absolutely heinous. There are so many annoying requirements that must be met before submitting a request for entry. But lucky for you, I won't list them. Just know this: My right arm has been infected with Measels, Rubella, and TB--all in the same day. Yep, you guessed it: If I live through the day, the department of education at CSUF will consider me worthy enough to teach.

So before I exposed the fatty tissue of my right arm to the whims of the nurse, I had to sit down for a short consultation. The nurse's aid asked me if I had any record of ever having had a booster shot. I shrugged. "I dunno."

"Did you go to high school in California?" she asked, flipping through my file.

"Uh...yeah, but..."

"Your school should have the proof in their records department."

"Well, is it a bad thing to get it done twice?"

She looked up from my file with a Nurse Ratchet grin. "There's always a slight risk..."

I swallowed, weighing whether to hassle with my old high school or put my life at risk. "Ok, I'll take the shot."

And boy did I. Now my arm feels numb, and I'm dreading having to rip these bandaids off. Maybe they'll fall off in the shower and I won't have to sacrifice any arm hair. :)

A blast from the past in my history class...

You never really realize just how old you look until you run into someone from high school. That's what happened to me today. I was walking into my History 100 classroom, when BOOM! Clive Deedles (We Are Strong We Are Mighty We're The Class Of 1990) stood right in my path. At first we sort of regarded each other with intense uncertainty, like we were playing a heavyduty match of eye pong with one question bouncing between us: Are you really who I think you are?

And then, Holy crap you look old! That's when it hits you like a bag of walnuts, Oh My God, I must look like a dried up old turd, too!

Let me tell you: Mother Nature is a nasty old hag. Inside, we still feel young and vibrant--ready to claw our way up the gnarliest looking oak tree, or laboriously kick a stone up a steep and slippery hill--but with our rapidly aging bodies we'd probably barely make it to the first limb, and we'd break a pinkie toe on the second or third kick of the rock.

But hey, that's why God made video games!

grant 

Quick change...

Ok, maybe you've noticed that I finally switched to a real blog site. And you know what that means... Yep, you got it: Now you'll have the power to respond with comments. Ooooh Ahhhh.

Keep checking back for more cool commentary from yours truly. But for now I'm going to bed. Gnite.