unpacked and reorganized
2006-06-03 | 9:13 p.m.

Congratulate me, for I have survived a month as a special-needs kindergarten teacher.

So yeah, I didn't update at all during my practicum, did I? Probably because I never did get around to getting cousin's-boyfriend-the-techie to get me a deal on a wireless plug-in for this computer, and my mother's computer is a royal pain. Yes, that must be it.

The placement was good. Great. Freakin' awesome. I spent the mornings teaching the kindergarten language class, and afternoons sitting in on speech and language therapy sessions with older kids, whose problems ranged from dysarthria to short-term memory loss to tongue-tie to generalized cognitive delay due to seizures. My supervisor was amazing, and even though I had a mild personality clash with the director of the school, it was still a great environment. Good times all around. I have to remember to bring my paperwork into the office on Monday.

So I am now back in Montreal. My parents drove me up yesterday. We all had dinner last night with my aunt and uncle and cousins in TMR (a dinner that included my uncle's spectacular Caesar salad, yum), stayed over for the night, and drove down here in the morning. After a brief horrible moment in which I realized I'd left my keys in Burlington (oh yes, I did ... fortunately the super was in the building doing some cleaning and was able to loan me the spare set until Tuesday), we went to the grocery store, where I was permitted to spend lots of my parents' money to stock my fridge and cupboard. Hurrah! The afternoon was spent unpacking, then completely reorganizing my shelves and drawers in order to fit everything.

Anyway, when I checked my email on a cleaning break, I learned something of grave import.

I'm on the Danny Michel mailing list. In all of the previous mailings he'd sent out, it looked like his so-called "cross-country" tour this summer was going to skip the entire province of Quebec, which had me feeling quite put out (especially since, had I been in Toronto a couple more weeks, I could have gone to his CD launch party at the Mod Club). However, the latest mailing has one confirmed date in Montreal.

I've never been to the place, but I don't care if it's a skanky dump ... Danny Michel will be playing there on July 16th!

Now, this is urgent. I must, I must find someone who will go with me. I mean, if I have to, I am willing to go by myself. Last time I saw him, I went by myself. But this isn't Spencer Smith Park on a Sunday afternoon, and I'll get all nervous going to a bar I've never been to before all by myself. Besides, it's so much more fun with a friend or two anyway.

I just have to figure out who I can ask. Friend who lives all the way out in the west island? Friend who doesn't particularly like that kind of music? Or friend who I am still paranoid doesn't like me all that much? Friend in Calgary and friend in Seoul probably won't be able to get in for just one night. :)

I've got time. I don't even know yet what time the show is. But I must go. I must I must. After how much I complained that Danny wasn't coming to Montreal ... well, I kind of have to go. ;)

To shift topics to something a little closer, work starts on Monday. I have no idea what time they expect me to be there, or what they want me to do when I get there. I'm suddenly quite paranoid that they didn't get my reply to the email asking me when I'd be back and if I'd be available for a meeting with the people already there. Wouldn't that be a great way to start a new job? Pahh.

Not freaked about it. Not. Not not not. [continues protesting too much for a minute or two]

Man, am I bored. I wish my friends who are coming to visit in July were here already. I wish my friends from school hadn't left the city in such large numbers for the summer. I wish I had an on-again-off-again boyfriend who missed me terribly while I was gone and desperately wanted to take me out for drinks tonight to celebrate my return. But nope, instead I'm just bored, bored, bored.

Oh well. I should enjoy it while I can.

looking back | looking forward