Get me out of here

So, as my previous post indicated, I spent last week alone. My sister and her husband were around, but for the most part, it was just me. On top of that, my sister and I had to function, get things done, and so we stopped our bickering and got along so well we were even hanging out when things didn't need to get done.

And then I was so excited to go back to school that I griped only a little on Monday morning when my alarm went off. And by Wednesday, I was back in full swing of being okay with my life. I even started thinking that I like it here.

This is all important because I'm thinking about applying for a job that could possibly deter my graduation until the winter of '11. That, I would like to put out there, is a year and a half, almost two, from now.

The job is super awesome. The beach area tourist office around here is looking for someone to travel the area and blog about the experience for two months. They're also offering free housing and a nice chunk of change. I would love to take on this job. I hesitated when I discovered how it would throw off my summer class schedule, thus pushing back my student teaching and graduation by a lot, but my boyfriend convinced me that I should apply anyway.

His reasons were that this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, and that one day I might look back and regret not applying. Also, if I get the job, there's a strong possibility he'd get to join me. We'd get to enjoy two months together. Plus, I'd have money in the bank to pay for my student teaching semester. I agree with him on all accounts and I've been feeling okay about living with my parents, so I started to look into making the video application.

And then today happened.

Now, before I start explaining today you need to understand that nothing about today is out of the ordinary. I'll get back to that point.

This morning at 8:30 am, on a morning when I really needed to sleep in and rest, I woke because my grandfather (who doesn't like to wear his hearing aid or admit that he can't hear anything) turned on his country music. It's 3:23pm. I'd kinda like to take a nap. But guess what's still playing? Yeah....

Then I headed out to my mom's studio to help her get it cleaned up and organized after the big winter/Christmas rush. My sister came in with her 3 month old baby to tell my mother about all of her friends who are pregnant. My mother proceeded to tell me how I need to give her a baby one day, and adopting is cheating. I have to push the baby out of my crotch. Her words, not mine.

My sister also mentioned how excited she is about this cruise she just booked for her and her husband. My sister struggles to pay my parents the small monthly rent they charge her, and yet she gets to go on a cruise. Because we live in a world where those who accidentally get pregnant, get married at a young age, and struggle to pay their bills can still go on luxury cruises when the child is still not old enough to crawl.

After my sister left, my mother told me all about this fight she had with my sister just a day or two ago. This fight sounds exactly like every other fight my mother and sister have ever had. And I realize right then and there, as if I'd just caught the brick wall that'd been chucked at me - my sister will never change. Nor will my mother.

Nor will my grandfather.

And I kinda secretly am over teaching college freshman.

And if I don't graduate in December, I will be teaching in a high school classroom as a certified teacher for the first time when Obama is fighting for his position as President against some unknown Republican candidate.

And I'm exchanging the ability to move next New Years to wherever my boyfriend is for two months of vacation with him followed by a year and a half of weekend visits when possible.

So I'm not applying. And I am full steam ahead for graduating December '10 because *OMG* get me out of here.