I socialized this evening, after school, for about a couple hours, at a bar. Not like a good bar, but yeah, way to go socially anxious agoraphobe.
I only had one pint
granted, no food
but when I walked back to my car on campus (not far) wearing my bad shoes
it was a little uncomfortable
but, you see, here's the thing: not painful
so when I looked down to see blood soaked partially through my pants legs

yeah.

I was walking from a bar to my car not feeling the pain of bleeding wounds.

I am not a complete degenerate, I swear. And I wasn't actually drunk, at all, by the time I got to my car. Maybe my heels are nerveless.

Some of you know I visited my school site today, where I will be mostly teaching. And however my professor protested last week when I hinted it might not be diverse enough for someone wanting to work later in an inner city school, uh uh. Totally whitey school. A tad poor. But totally conservative whitey.
AND
a fellow student in my program at that site said her teacher told her there's a time for students to go to Bible class, if they want. Like every week.
Bible class. "Right across the field" or something.
How is this even possible in a public school?

But it doesn't look like I can change schools, so I'll try to make the most of what I get. None of the schools around here participating in our school's student teaching are very diverse, I don't think. But I can, uh, always work the poverty angle, and I'm doing a mentor thing in one class at a more diverse alternative school for the ruffian kids of Salem.
This is totally boring. Sascha at least will be interested, if she ever reads this blog.