One Final to go...

I am almost complete with school.

I was wanting to talk about my rejection to Oregon MFA's program, but I just felt as though I knew that the rejection was coming forth. It's not that I was being pessimistic about it; I was being realistic.

I find it hard to say that I am done with school. I want to continue studying. I always said that if I could, I would stay in school all my life. I just love to learn.

But now, that dream of joining a Master's program at Oregon is shattered, so I have other ideas that are springing to mind.

When I went to talk with my advisor, she asked what I wanted to do with my studies and what plans do I have for the near future.

"I was thinking about moving into Los Angeles with my sister and start looking for jobs that can build me in experience with publishing and editing," I said. I didn't know what else to do if I wasn't accepted to Oregon. My life line was riding on being accepted.

"If you aren't accepted, have you thought of other things besides moving to L.A? Or even applying to a Master's program in Professional Writing?"

"Yeah, but thats if I don't have to pay. I don't want to get more into debt."

"Good point," she said.

"I heard you telling a student about wanting to teach overseas, I suppose I would want to go teach in Japan for a year."

"That's great!" she said. And opened up Dave's ESL Cafe. Now I am really contemplating it.

Contemplating is a bit of an understatement. I want to do it more than anything in the world.

I love learning. What better way than to learn from someone I am teaching? Teaching is not an issue with me. I have worked with students small and students big. Teaching English, although challenging, just excites me to the point I am oozing with the possibility of actually being accepted to teach overseas. If the MFA program didn't work out, there has to be a reason. This could be that reason. Or moving to LA, but I am opting for the more adventurous one.

Fingers are crossed.

daylight savings time

I don't know if it was the alarm or the fact that it felt too late that I decided to wake up (by waking up, I mean feeling the soreness of my throat and my clogged nose make me get up due to suffocation) and begin my day. Apparently I was an hour behind everything. Instead of it being 7 in the morning, like I thought it was, it was 8 in the morning like the television, cell phone, and ipod said it was. I didn't hear it from anyone that daylight savings time came yesterday. I was surprised if anything.

Needless to say, instead of spending my time enjoying a cold Kix cereal bowl, still in pajamas as the straightener heated up in the bathroom with the broken toilet, I stripped off the pjs, unplugged the straightener, and grabbed my bag and a fruit to munch on as I drove on the way to school.

I was, and still am, in no good mood. To have the day just pull the rug from underneath you with such a force that you come plummeting face first into the floor was menacingly mean. And I'm sure DST is having a kick at seeing me frustrated and running around in the morning.

I can't wait for it to disappear.

I had a dream last night.

I can't say that it was a happier time, because the life that I am currently living is fun and happy too. But it did make me feel nostalgic. Nostalgic because it was how it used to be when I was a freshman in college, up to where I was a junior.

It was during those times because I was talking with people that I have not seen since that time. Believe me it was interesting to see those faces again.

It was my birthday party and we were celebrating in the garage like we always do. Everyone of my friends that were close to me were there. There was the one that didn't have a baby yet, one that wasn't pregnant. The ones that were still talking to each other, and the underage drinking going around.

When my other two friends came over, I knew I was dreaming. These two have not talked to each other in years. That's how I knew that I was dreaming. He was smiling and holding a poorly gift wrapped object while the other one smiled somberly and handed me a smaller present. The happiness upon seeing both of them still talking was the last thing I remember.

It made me reminisce about the old times, when I would tell people, "Hey, movie night at my place you in?" and everyone would be running down the street or driving up in their cars getting ready to veg out on the couch and just enjoy a movie.

My only question is, where did that urge to hang out go? Where did the friendship go? Is this what happens when you grow up?

It makes me sad more than anything, because I really do love hosting movie nights and seeing old faces. I just miss that.