You’re Dicks Van Dykes
Big errand of the day… On the way home deposit a check at the bank for my parents. It was for 7 dollars. Was this a joke? Was this a drill? Was I being punk’ d? Apparently not.
Big errand of the day… On the way home deposit a check at the bank for my parents. It was for 7 dollars. Was this a joke? Was this a drill? Was I being punk’ d? Apparently not.
I didn’t walk at my college graduation. I’m not even mad. It was one of the best ways to start off this new chapter in my life. I just wanted out. The childish game of taking pictures and sharing a box of tissues with people you bitched about a few days ago, and then thinking that walking on a stage for 2 seconds makes you so much better than me… What fantasy movie are you living in? You should think about defining yourself more on the journey of getting that degree than the act of going and getting that degree.
I started my big person job today (no I’m not at work doing this) and I just got out for the day- training week etc.- and I actually sat in a room and did work and learned with a group of adults. Wow. Mind blown. I had forgotten how much I loved that. I teach a few nights this week and I’m more than pumped for that too. And now I can spend my new found free-time on Pintrest or working on my finances on an excel spreadsheet…or on Pintrest.