You don't own me...

This was a post I started like a week ago:

The song, "You don't Own Me," by Leslie Gore is stuck in my head right now.  That's why I named the post that.

Wow, it has been one heck of a week.  I get up at 5:30 and go to bed as soon as I get home.  I haven't cooked... since school started.  Poor Anton.  I have to make food, though, because I'm gone all day and I need nutrients... preferably eagle eggs.  Just kidding.  Nacho reference.  Not kidding about the need for sustenance.

I had a fitness test for one of my classes... and I suck.  I knew I could have run it faster, but I was so tired, and I really didn't want to.  So now I really do work out every morning at 6:00 A.M. (but I have to get up at 5:30 because apparently it takes me half-an-hour to get ready to work out... weirdo).
This morning, no one was there.  I saw one old guy in the gym.  Six in the morning on a Saturday, and suddenly all the cool kids who usually work out turn into hobos... there's only one day of rest.
They're not actually homeless bums, I just like the word, hobo.

So, one of my classes is that I have to work in the preschool lab... and be a preschool teacher... I had no idea how difficult this would be.  The supervisors keep pushing us to be creative, but I am the opposite of creative.  The kids are cute, though.  I do a LOT of research because I have to be an "expert" on everything I teach.  Crazy, how much I'm learning that I never knew.
My next lesson for the li'l munchkins is going to be on ladybugs, because they have shown some interest in the spotted insect.  Ladybugs are vicious killing machines.  They begin killing and eating other bugs the second they hatch.  They'll bite you too.  But they won't fly if the temperature is under 55 degrees, Fahrenheit.

I love Saturdays!  I get so much done, and I have so much free time... half of which I spend doing homework.

That was the end of what I had written.  Unfortunately, the part where I haven't cooked a single thing since school started... is still true.  Three weeks now.  Yikes!

I enjoyed visiting the family, though.  And I realized how much I miss the mountains, and rivers, and trees, and GREEN.  I just want to smell that fresh air every time I go outside--Instead of stupid hamburger grease and exhaust.  Blekh!

I like to leave my windows and door open for the circulating air (except when the wind picks up and carried those gross smells from the fast food places over... which is pretty often), and all I hear is car, after car, after car, after car, and people screaming.  I think I'm slightly more stuck-up than I guessed.  I don't want neighbors.  Ever again.