Tomorrow

is the day I enter a school not as a visitor, but as a speech pathologist. GRANTED, I may be a "student teacher" in the realm of speech pathology, but to the kids I'll be working with, I'm "the teacher" and they have to call me with that lovely "Miss/Ms" title. YUCK. That makes me feel like my 86 year old grandmother.

My supervisor said that although the kids are in school, they don't usually come to speech until the second week. So it looks like I'll be putting up bulletin boards or something equally exciting.

I am SO pissed at myself because I know in one of my drunken cleaning sprees (seriously, who cleans when they are smashed?), I threw out the paper from the hospital I used to work at that said I passed a TB test in December. So now, I have to get another TB test to give to the school I'm interning at, which will set me back like $30. Genius me.

Here's to a semester of life lessons, good grades, happy kids, and hot male teachers (please Lord give me an incentive to wake up early and look nice). Amen!