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I'm still a little groggy and sleepy from my afternoon nap but I'm hoping typing will help wake me up, otherwise I might just sleep all night into morning. The good news is I finished the grant and turned it in. There was only minor drama involving the ink cartridge running out just in time for the last page of the printout, and then I used one of those cheap univeral printer refills that was hugely messy and stained my hands and other items in the house. This all caused a minor meltdown and drama queen moment of throwing papers and shouting expletives and even hitting the wall (but not getting ink on or otherwise ruining the beautiful red paint job). It felt kind of good to release anger like that, I do it so rarely. Anyway, it got done, no one was harmed in the process, not even inanimate objects (ok, a few sheets of paper got severely crumpled).
I spent the afternoon eating nachos and looking up the word "ponce" then taking a nap. I was woken up when DYA came home from her job interview and announced she has a job, and she's probably writing it in her livejournal in the next room as I type.
I feel like I haven't written here much lately, as I've been preoccupied with my working life or my writing life. So here's a short report:
Last night was the Raw Works reception at Black Water Cafe, a fond farewell to the semester and the kids and working with the Center. It was low-key and I started off with low expectations, feeling kind of disappointed in how the results of this semester were not what I wanted, but by the end, after hearing all the kids read and perform and do a great job, and all the kind words from the Center staff, it was good closure. Plus, I love Heidi and Marta and need to visit with them more this summer.
So I'm done teaching for right now. Whether I'm teaching in the fall will depend on this grant I just submitted today. It's for the same program, Raw Works, but moving into a high school instead of a community organization where we were. More on this later, but the short version is I'm excited for the change and feel pretty hopeful about our chances in getting the proposal accepted and getting placed by the organization. We met with them a couple weeks ago, and I trust they'll do right by us, as best as they can. The program would actually expand to be more than just focused on LGBTQ youth, and more about writing and performance based on identity, including gender, sex, race, class, etc. which is kind of what we were already doing already.
In about a week and a half I leave for L.A. for my school residency. I have one more semester and I gaduate in December. !!
Between now and then I have copying work to do, but that's it. Oh, and keep trying to write 50,000 words before June 15th along with my school buddies. I haven't totally given up on it, but realistically I don't think it'll happen. Maybe 25,000 words though, and that's hella more than 0.
I still haven't finished Cloud Atlas. It's starting to annoy me a little though.
I did finish season three of Six Feet Under and I've already written about this some in comments in other posts, but my overall complaints are this:
( cut for spoilers as well as for those who are just not interested in my thoughts on a television show )
I can't believe I'm writing all this about SFU. But I know that all the buttons this show pushes just reveal what's going on inside myself. It's why I keep watching.
Ok, time to go shower. I have a date.
I spent the afternoon eating nachos and looking up the word "ponce" then taking a nap. I was woken up when DYA came home from her job interview and announced she has a job, and she's probably writing it in her livejournal in the next room as I type.
I feel like I haven't written here much lately, as I've been preoccupied with my working life or my writing life. So here's a short report:
Last night was the Raw Works reception at Black Water Cafe, a fond farewell to the semester and the kids and working with the Center. It was low-key and I started off with low expectations, feeling kind of disappointed in how the results of this semester were not what I wanted, but by the end, after hearing all the kids read and perform and do a great job, and all the kind words from the Center staff, it was good closure. Plus, I love Heidi and Marta and need to visit with them more this summer.
So I'm done teaching for right now. Whether I'm teaching in the fall will depend on this grant I just submitted today. It's for the same program, Raw Works, but moving into a high school instead of a community organization where we were. More on this later, but the short version is I'm excited for the change and feel pretty hopeful about our chances in getting the proposal accepted and getting placed by the organization. We met with them a couple weeks ago, and I trust they'll do right by us, as best as they can. The program would actually expand to be more than just focused on LGBTQ youth, and more about writing and performance based on identity, including gender, sex, race, class, etc. which is kind of what we were already doing already.
In about a week and a half I leave for L.A. for my school residency. I have one more semester and I gaduate in December. !!
Between now and then I have copying work to do, but that's it. Oh, and keep trying to write 50,000 words before June 15th along with my school buddies. I haven't totally given up on it, but realistically I don't think it'll happen. Maybe 25,000 words though, and that's hella more than 0.
I still haven't finished Cloud Atlas. It's starting to annoy me a little though.
I did finish season three of Six Feet Under and I've already written about this some in comments in other posts, but my overall complaints are this:
( cut for spoilers as well as for those who are just not interested in my thoughts on a television show )
I can't believe I'm writing all this about SFU. But I know that all the buttons this show pushes just reveal what's going on inside myself. It's why I keep watching.
Ok, time to go shower. I have a date.
