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August 26, 2002
It's time to celebrate. Sure,
It's time to celebrate. Sure, I could keel over at any time from lard in my veins, but I'll keel over as an OFFICIAL MATH TEACHER. I passed the painfully difficult Math CST test by a comfortable margin, something that truly surprised me. After all the grief of the Fellows screwing up my test times and information, I passed it in spite of them, thank you very much.
Twice in one day, feeling that knife in the guts. First at the doctor's office, and then opening that envelope. I just knew that I had failed, and my overpowering fear of failure was shrieking in the back of my head. You're a loser! You're not going to make it! Everybody knows, and they're just not telling you! I'm like that Australian jesus lizard. You know the one- if confronted, it puffs out those frills to scare you off. If that doesn't work, it turns tail and runs like hell, even across water. I think I put across a pretty confident front, but deep down I'm constantly terrified that I'm not going to be able to meet the challenge. All I really want to do is run like hell, splashing across the water, my chicken legs kicking up waves. This whole math program/ NYC life has been one huge challenge, and sometimes it felt like my confidence/frilly neck bluff wasn't going to work. Then I open the envelope with shaky hands, read the good news, and realize that it's good that I have friends that love me and keep me from trying to run across the Hudson River.
On a different tack, a particularly observant friend pointed out to me that I shouldn't be surprised about my cholesterol count, as I obsess over gravy and Crunky bars. What?!?! Gravy has grease in it? Say it isn't so!
Posted by G at August 26, 2002 10:43 PM
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Ok, so I have this extra Crunky bar that I can't offload onto my co-workers. (It's got a "whang" to it, as my dad would say.)
Anyway, since it's just sitting on my desk and you seem to really want one, I'll send it to 'ya. It's that or the trash.
You're on your own for gravy.
-d
Posted by: Dan at December 3, 2003 10:45 AM