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I'm in a state of job confusion right now... Well, not confusion exactly. It's more like just plain old uncertainty. I know for a fact that I can work as a literacy intern in the Philly schools next year. I even know which school I would work in and which teacher I would be placed with. However, I don't know anything about the school or the teacher, so uncertainty still lurks... On the other hand, there is the job that I interviewed for at the Center For Literacy. I don't know as much about it, but I think that I would much rather do that. I want to teach literacy, but I don't want to be a classroom teacher. The literacy intern program is designed so that you work for a few years while getting your certification and then you become an elementary school teacher. Not what I want to do. So it seems clear that I should work for the Center For Literacy, except for the fact that I haven't been hired yet. And my training for the school district starts on Monday. If I were going to resign from that job, I really wanted to do it before the start of training! There's no way I'll be able to do that now...

Why am putting this on the internet?
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Got my first comment...

I don't really know what to make of it. Somebody's reading this, and it's someone I don't know. And someone who sounds about half my age, although I guess I can't know that for sure.

Hunh. Funny, this online journaling stuff...
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Well I got back yesterday from my weekend in Chicago. I like Chicago a whole lot, but I wish that my sister could relax a little bit more. I understand that it's stressful to have your whole family descend on you, after all I just had the same think happen at graduation. But I think Emily would be all stressed and jumpy about things no matter what... She just feels this need to have everything planned down to the second, this need to entertain us and show us the city. Rather than letting us just hang out and do whatever we think is fun, she comes up with a whole schedule of touristy style things to do and see. Just another fundamental difference between us, I guess.

But while there were all these differences between me and Emily, Maureen and I just hung out and had a great time, so that was cool. I love my baby sister.

And now I'm back at work... With very little to do... Bored...
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I wonder if I'm really cut out for this kind of thing. This whole baring of one's soul on the internet kind of thing... I want to update this frequently enough to keep it interesting, but I don't just want to write "I got home from work yesterday and did laundry, and then I read for a while, and then I made dinner, and then I watched a baseball game." And the baseball game was damn disappointing too. The White Sox lost to the Twins again, and they just played really poorly, particularly defensively. I think they don't do well on the artificial turf, but they better overcome that today, because I really don't want to see us get swept by the Twins. It will make me very unhappy if I go all the way to Chicago to watch them this weekend and they're back in the kind of slump they were in at the start of the season.

My oh my, lots of baseball ramblings... I have been thinking a lot about baseball recently, both because this week is sandwiched in between my two trips to watch the Sox and because I just finished Doris Kearns Goodwin's memoir "Wait Till Next Year" about growing up as a Dodgers fan in Brooklyn in the fifties, and the way that baseball was the foundation for her relationship with her father. Just like how baseball and Bob Dylan are the foundations for my relationship with my father. I was sitting at Camden Yards last saturday, it was hot and sunny, the ballpark was beautiful, and my dad was buying me fresh-squeezed lemonade just as if I were still 12 years old. It was by far the best moment I have had in a long long time.
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This is strange for me. I don't know why I'm doing this. And I'm keeping it secret...

This is an experiment. If I don't tell anyone that I'm doing this, how long will I remain anonymous? Will people find me? Will people I know come across this and put the pieces together, or will it simply be a venue for making connections with strangers? I don't know. I am a journaller, but my journals have always been on paper before. I don't know how much I'll be comfortable putting up here. And if my paper journal suffers, this will have to stop. But maybe it will be something completely different... As someone who is virtually computer illiterate, I am already embarking on a new type of venture. Even though I haven't even been able to give myself a picture yet!

So this is my experiment, and we'll see where it goes. If you are reading this, please reply, just so I know you're out there.
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