| welcome to elk grove where the players play... 03.14.02 |
| Years from now, I'm going to look back at this title and think, "What the heck does that mean?" In case there are some of you readers that are not ghetto like the author (ha!!), it's this song that goes, "Welcome to Atlanta, where the players play and they ride on them thangs (??) like every day, big beats, hit streets, see gangsters roamin' and parties don't stop till 8 in the mo'nin." It's a great song. hahah...when it comes on, Q raps one part and I rap the other. Fun song. Anyway, ever since I moved back, I haven't had much inspiration to write about anything. I guess that shows that I am also not doing much. My typical day usually means waking up late (close to 9 a.m.) and then just milling around the house in my PJs. My pledge to start working out hard core in hopes of that six-pack have fallen to the wayside. I worked out at the gym once this week, trained for 3 hours at the capoeira school...and then today, walked/jogged for only 30 minutes and then took an hour-long cardio kickboxing class at the gym. Sorry ladies, that is *not* kickboxing. Let me strap on these gloves for you, put you in front of a punching bag and see you do some punches and kicks. When those bruises start to appear, when your arms are burning because you've been punching too long, then you will see what real kickboxing is all about. But overall, at this rate, I think the six-pack contest is going to be won by someone else...but I can change my chances of winning. I *will* change my chances of winning! Yesterday I was literally running back and forth trying to get paperwork filled out for the emergency teaching credentials. I ended up at my mom's office (district office) doing more paperwork. I didn't know I knew so many people there. Mothers of two of my former elementary school classmates were there. One other co-worker of my mom was her co-worker back at Florin Elementary when I was still a student there. It was like a blast to my past. It looks like I will be tutoring at Mack, my elementary school where I attended K-2 grades. That will be interesting to go there...I don't think I know my way around! Adjusting has been a pretty quick thing...my room is all set up. I'm settled in...I've unpacked and now it's time to pack for our China trip. But I'm still restless. People are telling me to take it easy...to enjoy this time of doing *nothing*, and to just relax. But I can't. That's not who I am. I like getting up in the morning and knowing exactly what my schedule is like...and I like a full schedule. I like having something to do each night after work...I like having work to do. I wonder why I'm like that...do I feel like the things in my schedule define me? I go to work, therefore, I am a preschool teacher aide. I go out for dinner, therefore, I am a friend with a social life. I go to capoeira or kickboxing, therefore, I am a capoeirista or a kickboxer. But what if I don't do anything during the day and I just eat at home with my parents? Does that mean I am nothing? No, right? So why am I so darn restless when I have nothing to do? I had wanted to catch up on my reading, but I can't even sit down and do that! I have been definitely catching up on e-mails and letters, which is nice, but I should really take advantage of this time for personal reflection. Maybe the upcoming China trip will be good for me. It will finally give me a hectic schedule, running around from one place to another. But times like the plane ride or nights in the hotel will force me to sit still and read and just take time to rest. Really rest, not just fake rest where my mind is wondering what else I could be doing. I'm not even that excited yet, but I'm sure I will be once I get to the airport. We've been having fun trying to learn some Mandarin phrases. I can say "thank you," "see you later," and "I am a single American girl." Hopefully I will write again before the trip, but if not, I will be back in two weeks! |
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