La-di-da.

I'm so all over the place, I don't know what to write about. The world is so full of fearful and exhilarating things. I swing from scared to thrilled, apprehensive to excited.

I got a 100 on my Rigging midterm. It was easy, but still I feel very proud of myself. My Spanish exam on Friday was tough. I rushed through it and didn't have a chance to double check my answers. I'm generally okay with the written stuff, but understanding spoken Spanish is another story altogether. I struggle with it. I want so badly to do well in that class, in large part, I'm not proud to admit, because the teacher is cute and he likes me.

I'm trying to decide whether I should finish my degree this summer, as I had originally planned, or go to Utah for the summer to work and come back to finish school in the fall. Since I'm not going to grad school in the fall, there's no real rush. Except that I'm so close to being done I can taste it, and just want to get it over! The advantage of waiting is that it prolongs having to figure out what to do with my life. And, of course, summer is Utah would be paradise.

On the other hand, somehow fall seems like a good time to start something fresh. Whatever it is. I've been thinking seriously about looking into teaching, high school or middle school. You can start teaching here in Texas with just a college degree and then do whatever coursework you need to get your teaching credentials while you're working. It would be an insanely huge commitment, but I have this feeling that I'd enjoy it and be very good at it. I hear there's a demand for teachers at the higher grade levels in the public schools, so maybe it wouldn't be hard to get a job. I like teenagers -- they're much more interesting to me than younger kids. Am I crazy?