September 6th, 2001

Daria

Should I stay or should I go?

Like it's a question. I have to go anyway, since flaky roommate is kicking me out. But today I went to check out a basement apartment and I'm trying to decide if I should take it. The apartment is furnished, in the home of a couple who I'd guess are in their late 50s-early 60s.

Pluses:

+ they seem very nice
+ they have an adorable Jack Russell terrier and multiple cats which they will share with me
+ year lease
+ apparently the last kid to have the basement got along with them
+ they didn't object to several of my concerns (like occasionally having friends over)
+ they have cable
+ washer and dryer in my apartment
+ they offered to waive the credit check when I announced that "George W. Bush is an idiot"

Minuses:

- the cost: $695 a month (though, this is utilities included)
- the weirdness of sharing space, even though I have my own apartment. Do I really want to curtail my lively (ha ha) life by sharing space with an older couple?
- the fear of the unknown (they could be wackos!!)

I'm going to think it over. Any opinions?
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Daria

America's youth are now in my hands. Be very afraid.

Tomorrow is my first TA session. I'm getting more nervous to the point where I'll probably barf on myself in the classroom tomorrow morning. Not a good way to instill respect for authority in what one of my favorite professors calls "the little fucks."

I have to teach them Beowulf. What the fuck do I know about Beowulf? Well, more than they do, for sure. I'm looking forward to telling them that "when I was your age we read Beowulf in the snow uphill both ways." What if they don't laugh? Oh-my-gosh-what-if-they-don't-laugh. I will be shot for the whole fucking semester if they don't laugh. And the kid that I chewed out Wednesday is in my discussion group. Nanbear said that if I had said that to her she would have told me to stuff it. Or something like that.

I was going to read them a few lines in the original but i can't find them to print out. What if I screw them up? Like they'll know. Knowing my luck, there will be some smartass who sprung from the womb proclaiming "HWAET!!" What if I haven't prepared enough? What if they decide Katy is the cool TA and I'm the sucky TA? What if I drink too much coffee before class and need to pee?

I know that panicking will make it worse, but that just makes me panic about panicking!
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    "A Change Would Do You Good" -- Sheryl Crow