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Okay, as Mom pointed out, she had no idea how I was even going to GET to school next semester, or get around there. Which is...a valid point. I'm going to take a month or so to get the foot back to weightbearing, work on writing, and...while I was idly looking up other careers I had an interest in? I have enough basic editing experience that I think I could get work as an editorial assistant eventually. Maybe not right away, but it's the kind of thing where I actually have three years experience editing the work of others, where I have a degree in the English category (mine are in Lit, but it was enough to get me into 101/121/131 level courses to teach writing so there's that) , where I've taught in it, and I think, given enough perseverance, I could handle this shit.

I also have some written pieces that I don't know what to do with, a couple that I'd chance publication on, so I can work on establishing those pieces of my life. Maybe the Legolas paper, and the Eowyn paper I plan to do for part two of that conference, or a revised version of the Serenity paper could end up somewhere too. Hell, there's papers I've been WANTING to write, and who cares if I'm not in school to do them right now. I thought about going back but...

Okay, I'm going to tell the truth here. I wasn't fond of teaching college freshmen. I don't know if I can handle working through the years it's gonna take to get me to a point where I'll be teaching higher level. With the exception of one class, most of my kids were obnoxious, loud, and intimidating (did I mention these classes were largely male? I don't mean to gender stereotype but, well. Men and Women are very very different in communication behaviors at ages 17 and 18. ) I feel really bad that my techniques didn't end up working but I did my best, I went beyond my best, and I can't feel bad about trying my damnedest to make things work out.

It's crazy but I'm actually kind of proud of myself for sticking with it, and hanging in there anyway. I think that's why the reviews bugged me so much. But this is me we're talking about here. I'm a survivor, I'll move forward, and I'll find something.

Of course, given that society might inevitably come to a screeching halt tomorrow, this might all be moot anyway. If that's the case, the first places I'm looting are the pot dispensary and pharmacy, then getting all the feminine hygiene products, toilet paper, diapers and shit to resell at a premium I can. I'm armed, Given the right arrows I could be pretty dangerous, and, should this pass? I'm not gonna have a lot to lose.

New life plan. I like it.