Yesterday, I received a letter from George Mason University in Washington D.C. According to the student volunteer who purportedly wrote the form letter, the dean thinks I’m very qualified. Apparently, I’d make a great student. The problem is, I’m not the junior in high school they think I am.

They gave me a top ten list of why I should visit the university. Number three was “parties.” Number eight was that I might meet a special someone and get a date. Perhaps I should send them a top ten list of why I shouldn't do my undergraduate work at George Mason. Number one would probably be the fact that I’ve already done my undergraduate work. Number six would probably be the fact that I don’t go to places that think I’m still a minor who might like Disney on Ice (number nine).

Sarah has been working hard at school; I have been at home. Does this sound repetitive to anyone? I did go outside to play basketball, and I couldn’t help but think: this is quite a life I lead: I don’t have to work, the weather’s great, and I’m in good health. I really need to savor this a bit more…

Oddly, I managed to get up early today: you know, as might a normal person. I’m not really sure how it happened; I only slept for 5 hours, and I woke up before 6 AM feeling ready to go. Of course, I didn’t get out of bed for another hour, and, when I finally did, I didn’t really do anything for several hours (and by several, I mean all day). Astronauts are busy as beavers all day, aren’t they? Always fixing things, floating around, doing calculus and other such nonsense, and eating food from toothpaste tubes. Compared to them, I was a bum today: I probably only floated for about 10 minutes (it takes a lot more effort than you’d think, and I just didn’t have it in me), and I didn’t eat anything from a tube (unless you count the giant glob of toothpaste I accidentally swallowed…).

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Well, I've been forced to post... partly because of certain family members pressuring me (ahem...), and partly because of the quote below saying that I endorse whatever Max says about me as 100% accurate. This is simply not true. In response to his query about why I don't post very often, my exact words to him were: "You just sum it up so well". And you all know that I tend to ramble instead of paraphrase. But you asked for it, so here goes:
For the past few weeks, I've been working my tail off to stay two days ahead of the game at work. Despite my efforts, I always seem to be two days behind. This is partly due to the fact that I have a self/Max-imposed curfew of 5:15 pm, and also because pesky things like paperwork, irate parents and administrators take up my time and get me off track! Although I've been busy, I've been enjoying myself in the GrownUp World of Teaching. In fact, I've been looking forward to Friday when I'll get my first paycheck. I've also been getting to know my students better. I was so proud of them today when they all sat quietly in what I will call "The Most Boring Assembly Ever". Most of the other teachers in the room had to admonish and threaten their students for them to behave--but not me!
Well, I've probably rambled on long enough... See you in another few weeks!

~Sarah not Max