25

ocassionally (and i hate to be a person who has to check how we spell ocassionally) J takes an interest in my life as a 25 year old. as she approaches 25 it occurs to her to wonder what i might have been like at 25, and it occurs to me to wonder if my recollections are at all accurate or if i imagine myself more composed, more certain, and more together than i actually was. i believe i was in my second year of teaching at this point. this would have been the year i dressed in a ninja costume to teach sex ed (condoms over bananas relay races). it's a miracle i wasnt fired or at least called into the principal's office to account for my antics. this was also the same year i poured a cup of water on a student's head from the second floor stairs down the main floor while i was supposed to be on hallway supervision. (why? because he was annoying. same reason i would have had if i was twelve.) twenty-five year old me was not particularly wise or level, but she was fun and she knew how to make herself laugh. when i started writing this i was imagining i was going to write things i remembered about T, but then i remembered he was gone by the time i was 25. i have been married for twenty years.

Virtual race

My application for certification with CCC was successful. It took an outrageously long time to get them to process the documents i sent, but once that hurdle was cleared the registrar was faster at establishing my eligibility than predicted. Becoming certified was the last step in completing my application to start my doctoral program in January, which means this could really happen. i could still bail, but that is seeming increasingly less likely.