I'm in! I've been furiously trying to hack my own blog for weeks now, receiving bastard messages of doom, laden with phrases like "joint account" and "feature unsupported" and "try again." All of which created insurmountable frustration and angst, it's fine. We're back in action and the school year has started again, so I'll be back frequently to update you on the going ons of my ever riveting life.
Even more exciting, I'm one of those newfangled I-Phone users, so in theory I'll be able to post more pictures and keep my blog hip and totally awesome. I even have some apps to make my pictures seemingly vintage, upping the cool factor oh, about ten notches.
Quick rundown of what's been going on since April, because that is roughly when I abandoned you for an early summer Hiatus.
May: School ended, moved out of Leonard Bodwell, said goodbye to the girls forever, moved in with boys. I am a City Girl now, just doing my thang in Providence, little Rhody's Big City. I live a few streets over from my dear sweet Allison. Living with boys has taken little to no adjusting, we are all filthy and smelly, and we all prefer beer and food that comes out of boxes, cans and greasy paper bags. Might start callin' myself a bachelor. Went to Florida to kick off Summer of Caitlin. Florida consisted of laying about on a beach chair in 90 degree weather only moving to flip over or refill my drink, if a small native had done these tasks for me I swear it would have been paradise.
June: Summer Sessions were in full swing, yuck. Also, I went to Bonnaroo again which I honestly don't feel like explaining, you can read these posts and check this line up and see the photos below. Any further inquiry please schedule time to buy me a beer, and have your listening ears on.
July: New Summer Session. The course was on the pros and cons of standardized testing, why we have it, how to make one, etc. Exciting. Mark and Mary had their annual banger, big success. My mother did a rendition of Wonderwall, in which the chorus went something like "I'm your one guy Paul." It was a big hit.
August: This was my one month off, I can't remember much from it because I have suppressed nearly all happy memories with the understanding that I will have virtually none until Student Teaching ends. I probably went to the beach, slept eight hours a night, ate three meals a day, exercised and smiled.
September: Went back to school, gained some weight, turned 21, gained some more weight. Barfed in my purse and bailed a friend out of jail towards the end. Despite the prolonged bender that it inspired and several really truly terrible decisions, like giving away a hundred dollars while blacked out on a Tuesday, I had maybe the best Birthday weekend anyone could ask for. Conor was here from Michigan keeping me in line. He reminded me what it is like to shave my legs more than once a month, and taught me that sometimes there is nothing more important on a Sunday than sitting "hard," and watching Football.
In other news, the boys and I have a new addition to our apartment, his tentative name is Meatball but really we don't know what to call him, Rasputin and Rambo seem to fit much better. He is a tiny orange kitten, yeah I know, what am I thinking? Clearly I have bad luck with cats. However, this one seems indestructible and slightly deranged/damaged to begin with. It's like living with a crocodile. He climbs legs like they are trees, likes to be inside the dishwasher, lurks behind corners and under furniture to execute his world class pounce techniques, strikes fear in the hearts of all visitors. The world is his oyster, no object is not a toy, no strand of hair is not dinner. He is growing rapidly and thus becoming increasingly terrifying. If you have a monster cat, please help us.
Today I met with my CT at East Providence High where I will theoretically be Student Teaching, yikes. It was not as scary as I envisioned although one student did approach me, blood thirsty look in his eyes, licking his lips, or did I imagine that? asking "Miss, are you the new student teacher?" To which I hesitantly replied, "Uh, yes, yes I think I might be." Not another word was said, he sauntered away no doubt to plot his overthrow.
Folks, I think it will be an interesting year. Let's stay in touch?
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