Remembering

5 months. I really am bad at this whole updating thing. Call it writer's block, call it wanting to have something "important" to say and not feeling like I do, call it laziness, call it whatever you want... The important thing is I am back, at least for now.

In my last entry I was feeling disheartened about my lack of moving forward in my career. Well, I didn't get that particular job, but I did get on another supply list for another area. I was so excited. I thought it would solve everything. Instead, I am a daily ball of stress. Supply teaching doesn't exactly draw a steady income. Some weeks I have had 2-3 full days, other weeks 0-1. I wouldn't mind so much, but because of my now limited availability at my other job, they aren't giving me as many hours as I had hoped I would have. I am considering going back to tutoring a day or two a week just so I have guaranteed money coming in from somewhere.

Today is also Rememberance Day. While I desperately wanted to get a call to go to a school, I am thankful that I was able to watch the service here in my city, right from my very own balcony. It was very moving, I not ashamed to admit that I even cried a little. The ignorance of some people never ceases to astound me, however. There were four high school girls sitting on the grass down the street from my apartment, and they talked through the first part of the moment of silence. Cars were stopped on the street, people in the park were bowing their heads, the traffic cop as well, and these four inconsiderate teenagers were sitting there chatting and giggling. I wanted to yell at them. I wanted to throw something at them. I wanted to teach them some respect! (And now I sound like an 80yr old woman). I think the glaring of others on the street finally got their attention, though, because they eventually quieted down, but oh boy, was I pissed. They almost ruined the moment for me, and I am betting for others. The crowd that turned out for this was unreal, though. I think that this was something which thoroughly moved me, people gathering together to show their respect, and to remember.

Something I also realized the other day - The anniversary of my uncle passing came and went, and it didn't even dawn on me until a few days after the fact. I am ok with this, though. I would rather remember him in life, and not in death.