Holidays

I believe that this is my second post composed on a plane. POSTS ON A PLANE!!! It really is one of the few genuine moments in which I have complete solitude to just think and write… about nothing in particular. But at least this time there is no farty guy to accompany me in this flight.
When I land in Chicago (from Phoenix), I will have to stay put for two days, and not be able to leave until Monday morning (it is currently Saturday evening). I am thinking about contacting Uber, or Chris Enany, one of my long lost conservative friends from Ithaca, all…two of them. I know that he busted out there to try out his comedy after being a banker in North Carolina; one of those jobs that help you realize that boring jobs, no matter how lucrative, turn out to suck.
Today kicked off winter break, two weeks of pure glory, pure running around visiting random people and sitting in my basement room and rediscovering how limited Simsbury is glory. At some point I really need to sign up for some off the wall volunteer holiday project in some abandoned land, like western Arkansas, whatever the hell might actually be out there. But, in reflection to the wandering trip this past summer that I more or less gave up going into grand detail about in prior posts (teaching will make you give up on many things, such as fun…and personal life), I am excited to kick it in Chicago for whatever reason. A hotel room and hanging around the airport waiting for a standby flight could be fun, but I think just getting lost and possibly hunting down an old friend to possibly sleep on a couch is much, much more appealing.
In regards to teaching, I have reached my 75% mastery point, with only one semester left of my teaching commitment. I must say that as the teaching skills have actual proved themselves to be not too shabby, it is rather clear that my interest in teaching is quite shabby. I am in the process of applying to doctoral programs, so far at ASU and … University of Alaska Fairbanks. I could go to Alaska for 4 to 5 years. I would be there til I’m 30 and would have fought 3 bears, in addition to earning a Ph.D. Minor detail. Though, with my stellar performance on the GRE (HORGODDAMNRIFFIC), I think I better start to consider a Ph.D. in deep frying frozen cod pieces. Or fries, or even slices of pizza if the Arizona State Fair would have anything to do with it.
Well, the battery symbol on my laptop is saying that it doesn’t want to be my teammate in this endeavor anymore. Quick notes though, being a hockey goalie is going well, currently 2-1 on the season and in second place with a GAA of over 0.8. Had my first shift for Radio Phoenix which could have been much rougher, and I accidentally killed Quentin, my beta fish, by forgetting him outside and he froze to death as I drank to delight. Mike (my roommate) and I then buried him in one of plants on the patio. He will live on through the plant that is now aptly named Quentin. See you in CT, which is currently being barraged with snow. Glorious.