Drove into Westlake Village for a ritualistic ordeal *cough* Illinois Basic Skills Test. First they scanned our palms. Then they had us all line up for pictures. What a great photo album that must be: Future Teachers of Illinois, a bunch of bleary-eyed twenty-one-year-olds who didn't bother to not wear sweatpants. Then they tested our Basic Skills - pretty much your standard SAT-type stuff. I wrote a harshly moralistic diatribe on why the media shouldn't pry into the private lives of our politicians. Not too bad, taking standardized tests is always strangely relaxing.
The drive back was freaking amazing. Cruising down the canyon listening to 93.5 KDAY, ocean laid out when the mountain curved the right way. Baby if you give it to me, I'll give it to you, I know what you want.
AND, for the second consecutive night, I didn't wake up covered in my own blood. So things are definitely looking up.
In Summation
2 years ago
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