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(2008: la habra, ca.)


(2008: la habra, ca.)

me, yesterday afternoon, after an exhausting week and an even more exhausting weekend. no make-up, no glitter, no glam . . . just passed out on the couch, with bags under my eyes.

lovely.

don't ask me why, but i signed up to be freshman class adviser.

doesn't sound like a big deal, right? i mean, it ONLY entails:
1) organizing and building the class of 2012 homecoming float (pictures coming) for the next 4 years.
2) organizing 3 club food day sales per year for the next 4 years.
3) creating and selling class of 2012 t-shirts (picture coming) to the 600 class of 2012 students, for the next 4 years.
4) putting on the junior prom in 2 more years.

and generally catering to whatever else you can think 600 teenagers might need/want in the next 4 years.

oh, and, umm, fronting the dough ($$$) for all of the accoutrements involved in the aforementioned activities, FOR THE NEXT 4 YEARS.

ja, i know, i'm an idiot. (although, thank jeebus that another idiot was willing to follow suit and co-advise with me . . . you're the best ms. freud!)

this, on top of teaching 5 english classes AND volunteering to teach the journalism production class for free because there wasn't enough funding to run the class--as you know, california, like the rest of the us (and now, global economy), is in a serious fucking financial crisis--so, it was either i volunteer, or the school newspaper goes the way of the dodo.

i hate politicians.

a lot.