Qualifications?

Qualifications, what qualifications? I love how the world works, I honestly find it funny and I mean ha-ha funny. I am a specialist in two rare areas and this makes me less employable. Well I really don't have a problem with this, I chose it, but I needed to transition into my crazy job idea/scam of the week. I think myself and friends could, in fact, pull off creating, shooting and producing our own fake news show. I personally love John Stewart and Stephen Colbert. So much so that I wish to show my respect by emulating their styles and sharing their money and fame with them. I figure that if my degree qualifies me for nothing, then nothing is what I shall use it on. With the variety of people I know, and the specializations they have it could be quite interesting. You know, like a talk show which is a news show, which is an anti talk/news show that provides either fake news or misinterpreted news or something of the like. I focus on news because it happens every day.

My crazed fans:

Did some more subbing today, walked into a class and about five kids jumped up to say hello to me and ask if I'd be hanging out / subbing / back later in the year. And some of them even referenced things that I taught during the class. Then I subbed on friday. While there I invented an assignment, I took about half an hour to discuss the idea of the literary/historic/super hero and then assigned them to write about why society creates heroes. This was not on my list of things to do, but rather my sole idea. The amazing part was that I got about 50% participation in the discussion in each class. Now I say this is amazing, and think about it, a class of seniors with a sub who would rather sleep or watch a movie were raising their hands ans answering/asking questions for nearly half an hour while I lead a discussion. Pretty amazing.

Party Time, Excellent:

Friday night was spent with an old friend at her birthday/graduation party. One of the few times I've been at a real college party. Met a bunch of cool people, and even a bunch of people I haven't seen for five plus years. Did some drinking, played some games, told some stories, sobered up and left. On my way home I hit a sobriety checkpoint, but when I told the cop that yes I had been drinking and even the amount, he said "thank you for your honesty" and waved me through. Granted I was not drunk at that point or any point through the night, but my body did still know that I had been drinking. That's the second time that somehow honesty has possibly saved me from something. At the least I expected to be pulled over and run through the test just to waste my time, but the cop was cool.

And so my job hunt continues...