“Crying, crying, she couldn’t afford the view
Crying, crying, these automatic flowers won’t do
These automatic flowers won’t do
These automatic flowers, flowers won’t do”
~Our Lady Peace, “Automatic Flowers”
I love rediscovering old music that I loved back in the day. Like back in 5th grade. Like back when I was younger than my students are now.
Weird.
I don’t like working on fatty 40 single-spaced-paged assignments for a credential that I will not likely be able to use until we somehow get out of this recession and school districts want me. Also, while I appreciated my free resume+business card printing (haha some “career stimulus” deal) at Staples, I do not appreciate my lack of smarts… Meaning, I distributed resumes to about 10 schools with an effin typo on the first line of my cover letter. Say it with me all together now, “epic fail.” I have resisted the whole “epic fail” bandwagon, but I am no better than the masses when I don’t learn my lesson to just proofread something before sending it out. What do I think this is, senior year? This wasn’t my American Fiction to 1900 final, for goodness sake. A read through was definitely in order. I am sure all 10 of those schools would LOVE to hire an English teacher with a mistake like that. While I am at it, FML.
Haha. Oh well, at least none of them are hiring anyway and my resume probably ended up in the recycle bin before they ever got to read through it.
Anyway, my playlist has moved on to Outkast, moving my nostalgia on from 5th grade to 12th grade, so I too must move on and work some more on this damn PACT.
