Shouldn't I be in class?

It's Monday morning and my mind hasn't yet grasped the fact that I only have class twice a week. I have the constant nervous feeling that I should be somewhere, though I know I have nothing to do today besides read, eat lunch, read, eat dinner, read, go to work, and read.

The Teach For America people are bugging me persistently, convinced that I'm the perfect candidate for their program. They obviously don't know me very well. I've tried explaining to them that though I won a leadership award, I won it with four other people, and that I'm really not all that great at leading on my own. I'm also really only good at leading peers, not children, much less low-income children. How well do you think a twenty-something 5'4" skinny white girl would fare in that kind of situation? I'd go "English is cool!" and then all of the kids would walk out of the classroom and I'd have on idea what to do. Plus, how many low-income area schools do you think are in Olympia? Probably none. I really don't want to move to south Tacoma or Seattle and give up (yet again) living with Trevor in the amazing apartment in Olympia so that I can get eaten alive by elementary school kids. And yet now I'm going to feel guilty because for all I know this is some sign from God that teaching poor kids is my calling in life. Wren says God should do something more obvious, like dropping a pile of Teach For America fliers onto my head from On High.

Wren and I have gotten through one week of our new exercise regimen successfully, so hopefully that's a good sign and a reason to hope for continued success. Now that the 24-Hour Fitness in Olympia is open, Wren and Trevor and I can race our way into good health. We're calling you out, Trevor! Granted, 20 minutes of speed walking four mornings a week isn't a ton of exercise, but it's something, and if it's consistent, it'll produce results.

Time to get cleaned, get fed, and get read (past tense).