Your lipstick, his collar... don't bother, angel.

Okay, so finally, on the second to last day of my holiday, I've discovered the inclination to sit down and work on the idea I came up with on the first day. So I'm going to do that... as soon as update the blog. What I ought to be doing, I suppose, is hiking and shit, but I didn't come here for a workout--I came here for a peaceful quiet retreat, and that's what I'll be getting. Uh-oh, I feel a calendar/to-do list coming on. Can't. Fight. It.

T, May 29 - Go bike riding, write story, take shower?, take pictures
W, May 30 - Rest of tour, back to Cork
Tr, May 31 - Work 8:00-6:00 (gym)
F, June 1 - Work 8:00-6:00 (gym)
S, June 2 - Work 8:00-6:00 (gym)
Su, June 3 - Work 8:00-7:00 (gym)
M, June 4 - Dingle
T, June 5 - Dingle
W, June 6 - Dingle, back for 5:00-1:00
Tr, June 7 - 1:00-1:00 (LAST SHIFT!) (gym)
F, June 8 - whatever I feel like! (gym)
S, June 9 - leaving party (gym)
Su, June 10 - whatever I feel like (gym)
M, June 11 - go to Dublin (gym)
T, June 12 - Leave IRELAND! (gym)

That sounds pretty exciting. Actually, I just killed an hour and a half reading a blog called "Rate Your Students," which is filled with snarky comments from professors complaining about bad students. For the first few pages, I found it quite humorous, but it's repetitive and depressing too. The more I read the more I realize that what I really want to do is teach--no question about it, so being a professor is just not for me. I had zero interest in doing the history research necessary to get a PhD, and I don't want to deveote the rest of my life to that same research, with teaching being a fun pastime on the side. I just want to teach. Perhaps, if I ever manage to get anything published, I could be a professor of Creative Writing, because I feel like I might connect better with college students, but I think I'll just commit myself to lower education. (Does anyone call it that? I'm going to.)