My Very Own MLIA (My Life is Average) Moment

For those of you who don't know, there is a website called My Life is Average where people submit short stories about 'average' things that have happened to them. For example:

Today, I went to Buffalo Wild Wings with some friends. We walked over to the jukebox and proceeded to put on "The Safety Dance" by Men Without Hats. As the song came on, while we were dancing, an employee comes up to us in a serious tone and asks who put the song on. My friend steps in front and says that he did it. The employee immeadeatly holds up his hand and gives my friend a Hi-5. New favorite resteraunt? I think so. MLIA 

Deep down, I always wished for my own MLIA moment. Yesterday, that wish was granted.

Today in Queer Lit class, my friend and I put N'Sync's Digital Getdown music video/song on the projector before our professor came to class. Some annoying kid turned it down and said that the song was stupid. Halfway through the song, our professor walks in and asks why there is an N'Sync song playing. We tell him that we are trying to relive the 90's. In response, he puts on Say My Name by Destiny's Child, turning the volume back up to the top. MLIA

And just because I could never truly believe some of these stories, here is photographic proof.

 

We're Happy, Free, Confused, and Lonely in the Best Way

Do you ever just have those times where you are so burned out on life and you just want to do all of these crazy things in exotic places and cry and drink coffee and scream and make things and sign up for everything?

That is how I feel right about now. Maybe this is just a part of growing up, maybe this is just the grungy weather that is happening in my part of the globe, or maybe this is just me taking a Pocahontas dive off of the mental cliff.

 As much as I love my major, I just don't feel like teaching is where I belong in the world (sorry to get all Kumbaya on you guys). There are so many other things that I could be doing and loving more. Plus, every teacher that I have shadowed (at least ten) are super burned out, even some of the newer teachers.

As someone who is used to loving school, it has been extremely difficult for me to enjoy my classes this semester, which saddens me in a weird way.

And don't even get me started on the guy front...

Plus, I am doing an essay (for queer lit) on HOW LIFE IS CONFUSING...sometimes, literature has an uncanny ability to relate to my life.

So if you are confused or alone or burned out, never fear! You can, at the very least, eliminate alone from that list since I am right there with you.

Here's to hoping we all figure things out!

Life Comes Together in the Strangest Ways

     So, due to my excessive amount of stress over my upcoming camp interviews, resident adviser interview results, school work, and just regular happenstances, I have not been the most jolly person to be around. Everything has been irking me, especially my classes, which seemed to have no tie-in to my future career as a high school English teacher/ therapeutic-hiker-camp-counselor-Peace-Corps-person-thing.

     Also, due to my easily annoyed demeanor, I keep arguing with one of my roommates, which is a super bad outlet for my stress. Last night, we were discussing whether or not teachers should have to learn Spanish (since one of my goals in life is to move to Arizona). After being woe-is-every-culture/race-that-isn't- WASP-ed to death in my Intercultural Communications class, I was not in the mood to hear it again ,especially when it wasn't for a grade. So we got into it, until one of my other roommates distracted us.

     Unfortunately for me, in my Queer Literature Studies class we are currently reading Borderlands/La Frontera by Gloria Anzaldua, half of which is...wait for it...EN ESPAñOL. Lovely. Karma definitely exists in the world.

     I learned my lesson. Chicano culture has been around for a long long time. In fact, they could be considered Native Americans (if we were looking at North America as a whole). Intriguing stuff. Plus, maybe it's the English teacher in me, but hearing about their struggles in literature form puts them in a new and more poignant light. Here's an excerpt from our reading. Sorry that it's different sizes, that's what I get for screen shot-ing the poem from a PDF.

Just some literature for thought.