Back on the Wagon

I decided that since all of my friends have blogs, I will return to the blogging world. The way I see it is, they have a lot of angles covered. We have the veterinary student, working hard to learn how to save lives. We have the literary Bostonian grad student, writing poetry, becoming a critic, and making observations on the eccentricities of life. We have the new California resident, working on breaking it into the industry. And then, we have me. Who am I? I'm the girl who got married in college and was fed lies about how I could easily become a history teacher upon graduation. So where does that leave me? It leaves me living in Virginia Beach with my husband, who I love, and my furry child who is currently resting on my knee. I am jobless, living as David Gibbs put it, a educational temp. This means I get to go to new schools each day and be tortured by new students who have no respect for me as a sub. It also means that I get to work on planning a real wedding. For some reason, getting married secretly at the Williamsburg Public Library was not my dream. So, here I am, living the most boring life out of my friends. Somehow, I plan on making it entertaining.
My big news right now is that I bought my wedding dress today. I went to David's Bridal with my sister and my handy list of dresses I wanted to try on. The very helpful saleswoman pulled them, and I tried on a lot. One that I had put on my list, but thought was doubtful, ended up being the winner. I bought it and took it home right then and there. Well, not home. I sent it home with my sister, since my husband doesn't share a closet with her. See how smart I am? I still have no idea where we are having the wedding, though. Every time I think I know, I second guess, I change my mind... I just want to show up. Is that too much to ask?
As far as what I am doing to make money, well, I'm subbing right now, making me a underglorified temp. Every night I have to spend hours by the computer hoping to get a job for the next day. If I get one, I go in, dreading the comment about how I look like a student, then get to the classroom and pray there are actually lesson plans. Then, I get to try and call roll without completely butchering names that seem to have come from picking random letters from the alphabet and stringing them together. After that, I get to yell my head off in five minute intervals that students need to stay in their seats and work quietly. Jealous yet? If I'm lucky, I'll get another student like the one I had on Friday, who randomly yelled words while I was trying to give directions. Then I get paid about $70 for my misery, which barely covers the cost of a Saturday in my household. Jealous yet? At least it will give me experience in various schools. That's the lie I'm going with.