First Class Reality

Goodbye! Tuscaloosa and Hello! Pleasant Hill.

Well technically I won’t be leaving until next Wednesday, but I wont have internet for a while and what is the purpose of making out all wait. For those of you who read this. Today is my last day of work at the University of Alabama, Women’s Resource Center.  I have spent a little over 3 years here in Tuscaloosa, if we were staying ,this would have been our fourth year. People keep asking me how I feel. I don’t really know. I feel a lot of different things. I am relieved to leave this state, not just Tuscaloosa. It has not been good to Brock and I in the ways we wanted. Sure we made money here, but money is’nt everything, and if someone tells you otherwise they are lying. To us, Alabama was/is Hell on Earth for us ( and we aren’t even into all of that) but we figured that we were here to serve for something we have done in our past from a higher, supernatural, deity somewhere in the sky, living inside my bright blue bhudda statue or the $10 Ganesha statue we got from Earthbound in the mall. But, it could have been very well any of those things listed that got Brock and I the opportunity that flowed so smoothly with things falling into place. So what happened?

Brock has this friend from undergrad, a friend that most people in his department didn’t care to talk to or be nice too (this will teach you a lesson), who called him on Monday, August 8th in the afternoon and asked if he was interested in interviewing for his old position (his friend, was offered a job at another school to teach just speech and debate) because the school couldn’t find a good replacement. So of course Brock and I talked about it and said “why not!?” You have to give things a chance, because you never know what can come of things. So Brock was interviewed at 10a by the Principal of the school and at Lunch time was again interviewed by the Superintendent and Principal, and at 3:30p that same day they offered Brock the job. Brock and I talked thoroughly over dinner and throughout the night of whether or not we should take the job. That was all the time we had seeing that we had to give an answer the next morning, because school was starting in less than a week. Well, we decided yes! and Planned to leave Thursday of that week to move Brock to Pleasant Hill, Mo. We packed some of the things he needed an left for our 11 hour journey. At first we have to admit, it was a little scary, but we ended up falling in love and at peace with our new home/city.

While all of this happening, I went on the website for the school district and applied for a job for a special education paraprofessional and got a call as we were driving up to Missouri. I had my interview the next day, Friday and was offered the job on Monday as I drove a rental car towards Tuscaloosa, for the last time. The job is parttime, but it is perfect since I am full swing into thesis hours. So, we both have jobs, teaching in the public school system, while it is very new to Brock and new to me,  I am excited and thrilled, but I am also sad on a small tiny scale.

I will miss the Alabama trees, but not their death curse on me since I have moved here. I will miss Gamedays and talking about football with Cristalle and J Trull. I will miss the friendship of people who truly know they are my friends. Now, I may have other friends, but I know about literally a handful of people who are truly friends. I am not going to list, and if you are reading this and have to second guess yourself, than…probably not. I am going to miss my constant support and mentoring from two great women on campus Dr. Stanfield and Dr. JP. There isnt a restaurant I am going to miss, and that is sad. Maybe DePalmas for their porcino sauce, but I am moving to Kansas City, I am sure I will find better/other Italian. I will miss nothing about the weather in Alabama. I will not miss the allergies. Alabama is no longer my sweet home. But, this goodbye is not forever, because I will have to be back to defend my thesis proposal (tentatively) and defend my thesis and graduate!

I look forward to a better working environment, a better educational enviornment, moving out of a state that has no chance in hell even becoming a blue state, while Missouri isnt exactly blue, its purple, with more blue than red.

I am excited, thrilled, scared, tired, stressed, in love, angry, frustrated, bitter, happy, sad, confused. I am emotional. But the good kind. :)

Facebook Friend of Foe?

At what point is it okay to defriend someone on facebook? I am guilty of defriending people because I befriended someone I didn’t really know, or something huge blew up between us. But if nothing happens, and facebook is really made for everyone to be nosy and nice and wish you happy birthday, why and how is it possible to defriend someone? especially if you are still friends with them, and had no fight, and have no idea why they did it. you still see that person?

So my question is, if people are defriending me, does that make me a bad friend? Does that make me not worthy of your facebook status updates? I am moving in less than two weeks. So when I move from this god forsaken place, can i just defriend everyone in it? Because truly there are a few people, and I really mean few, like a handful, if that, who have made my time here in Tuscaloosa, Alabama worth it. So should I defriend all the negativity? is that what everyone else is doing? Am I too sensitive to being defriended? Can I have the right to be upset when this happens?

Or when something like this does happen, and you are left totally confused, should you right the person via facebook and say WTF?! Or is it too sensitive for societies sake, that we not be that aggressive? Should it be required to send a message with the defriending to notify the person why you have done so? Because quite honestly, <—-well that’s the point, people cannot be honest, ever. I would really like to message people and tell them what is what. But then I look like an aggressive bitch. What happened to society?

After all of this whining, complaining and questioning you would think I would like to just delete Facebook. But I don’t. I have put 7 years into Facebook, I have pictures, and all kinds of things going on there, I actually like Facebook, but sometimes it takes a hit on the soul. Tonight is one of those nights. And unfortunately, I can’t stay off of it.

Feedback is acceptable on this post… :)