Thanks for the invite, kids!

So, we'll start with school. I took my Math 116 class, a last resort attempt to salvage my math requirement. I worked my booty off and spent a lot of time in class and down at school at SI sessions. I made a lot of new friends and my SI instructor, Sergio, was not only the nicest guy, but was also gorgeous and from Bolivia. I mean, come on? What beats that? After our final, we all went to a bar and Sergio and I salsa danced. So nice. :) To top it all off, I wound up with a solid 'A'. And for the first time in a while, I can really say that I earned and deserved that grade, which was a completely gratifying feeling.

I've spent some time dating this summer, though nothing terribly noteworthy. The last guy I went out with (we'll call him 'D') was a seemingly nice guy, but we just didn't mesh well at all when we went out. I am the kind of girl who tries to make the best of all situations and was determined to have a good time despite our obvious differences. He's a big, tough, east-coast guy, an airforce crew chief who is more into sports than any other guy I've ever met. He lives at least forty five minutes away from me and can never just take a day off of work. From that description alone, I should have said, "Arianne, this will probably not work out." I wanted to give it a shot though and spent some time getting to know him before we finally went out. So, we met at a restaurant and left to go buy movie tickets. To kill time, we went to a sports bar near the movie theater which was less that conducive to first date goodness. He spent so much time watching scores and games and drinking beer. But, again, I was like, "aww...he's a guy, it's okay." Six beers later (his) and we're on our way to the movie, but before we arrive, I'm mauled in the parking lot by his lips when he decides that he wants to makeout with me in front of God and everybody. The movie brings more than a little hand creepage on my thigh. I feign sleeping on the way back to my car, but we tried the kissing thing again. (Maybe we were hoping for a miracle?) Anyone ever kissed someone who views a good makeout session as a seek and destroy mission? Because that's what I felt like... Needless to say, it didn't work out.

What else?

Not a lot of time with my friends at all and I think that's probably a bad thing. I missed out on essential girl time bonding and now feel like I'm on the outskirts of just about everything. I don't have the inside track on jokes, trips and other various outings. Not to mention that I don't think anyone has been particularly bothered by my absence. I can't say that I really know what to do to remedy the situation. I'd hate to be a thorn in someone's side, that's for sure. I think sometimes, the hardest thing to do is figure out where exactly you fit into someone else's life. And so it continues...

Day Camp ended on Friday. Saying goodbye to all the kids is always so bittersweet. You love them to death, but it's still a well-deserved break. I really enjoyed my new position even though it came with its kinks and difficulties. I'm proud of myself for sticking with it. And, I think, all things considered, I did a relatively good job.

Now, the drama of school starts. Six classes. 60 hours of observation for one class. Another 30 hours for my capstone class. I'll have to begin my portfolio, take my Praxis and apply for graduation. I'll spend two days a week substitute teaching around the district. Ugh. I can just feel the crazy coming on, but maybe this year I'll be better prepared than last.

God knows.

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Arianne