Inverted Origami

As I sit here at my desk in my little room, drinking my cup of Shade Grown Mexico while listening to Billy Talent, I'm really happy. This semester has been a jumble of me feeling happy and unhappy and confused and unsure and excited and wonderful. But now, I think I can call myself ok. After writing this I have to make 20 flash cards for Dr. Arnold's class and get extra credit, which everyone knows is necessary. I've gotten two of my three tests back so far and it just proves that I am not a good test taker. I make stupid mistakes, no matter if I study hours and hours and I never hit it home. I should go work out but I don't know if I'll have time with the writing of the extra credit, lunch, and then class. I have to go home and sit with Faith who will have had her wisdom teeth out by then while my mom heads out with my dad.

I have now worked at my job for three days. I have alot to say about it, believe me. I ranted for about 30 minutes to Steven last night while he was very kind and just listened, but honestly I shouldn't complain. There are several things I don't like about it, like my 14 year old co-workers but then again I know the first week at a new job is bitch work all over and here's how to put the toilet paper on. I should be thankful that I have a job which, at one point I will very much enjoy, and that I can do what I really like somewhere. Next week I'll really be getting in to the groove and helping classes by myself and then running a birthday party next Saturday. I also get to give my input with meals and menus and eat everything they make. For example, last night the teen class (which consists of two of my co-workers) made gyros and apple crisp. So I tried lamb for the first time and it was delicious. However, all of them touched it, and I might become paranoid and not eat anything they make anymore. Sigh. I just can't win here. There is a recipe, however, called chicken oh-la-la which I am very curious about. What the hell is that? I hope there's cheese.