In years past, when I've had almost an entire week off of work in early November, I was consumed by anxiety and depression and never able, nor did I even desire, to go the annual teacher convention. Fortunately, I'm more accustomed to my job and once again passionate about it. There was a time when I worried if I would ever feel enthusiastic about teaching again... I know it's largely in part because of the environment in which I work, but if I talk about
that, I will never get to the awesomeness I'd like to share.
This week was crazy busy. Work + gym on monday, dentist + sudden orthodontist + wkshp = tuesday, car fixin and head fixin and back fixin on weds, and I finally made it to my hotel in AC later that evening. It was weird to be by myself in a really fun city, in one of the nicest hotel rooms I've ever seen, and to be hungry. I ordered room service and talked on the phone to a mutual friend who was a champ and kept me company for like 2 hours.
Next day, my girl/coworker/friend/fellow crime fighter and mom of 3-4 children accompanied me in my quest for teacher con goodness. We had no schedule of wkshps or even directions on how to get there. I knew there was a shuttle, and we were rushing to get down to the terminal. Unfortunately, the down escalator, which was all we needed to descend in order to catch the free shuttle, was out of order. I was tired, hungry, and extremely thirsty, and very annoyed that there were no clearly marked staircases anywhere around. Casinos are weird places, and I just don't like the difficulty I have at times when trying to navigate through them. Anyway, we ran down the UP escalator. It was exhilarating to do something so silly again. I mean, it was also somewhat justifiable, wasn't it?
We waited for the shuttle, I paid $2.5o for a bottle of water and $1.75 for a nature's valley granola bar, and we waited s'mo. Finally, we came upon the realization that we will probably only get there on time if we walk (I made sure to book a room that was not too far from the convention center).
There were some unfriendly people who had a map handy, in addition to some stank attitudes, and I tried to be friendly and figure it out together, but they were just uninviting. But then there appeared a nice girl who looked equally as lost as we were. I introduced myself and we became insta-friends and we got there way before the jerks w. the map.
It was PACKED! Workshops were extremely insightful, split up with homegirl #1 and walked back w. friend 2 after learning a lotta helpful stuff, but we were again deterred from progressing in our journey back to the hotel. The Sheraton seemed like a shortcut, but it was fenced in where we needed to access the sidewalk. I stated how I wouldn't mind jumping the fence, but it makes me self-conscious to do things like that when there are a bunch of teachers around, ya know? Plus, I just met this girl and I have no idea what she's comfortable doing, so I suggest we look for an alternate exit from inside the building, so that we could access the route more "properly."
There wasn't an exit. In fact, all of the "exit" signs led us merely into other rooms, up stairways, and a teacher that I once knew from my high school days (she's still at good ole ptown). SO! I restate the possibility of climbing that fence, and new friend is DOWN! She even says she WANTS to do it. I'm thinkin, "Of course! Who doesn't want to climb a fence?!"
So we go back outside and cheerily climb up and over and it was funnnnn. FUN I SAY! I have noticed that on days when I jump a fence, for whatever reason, those are days that forever stay etched in my mind b/c they are filled with fun and adventure, in addition to breaking a social norm. Maybe it's b/c doing something as liberating as physically going over something meant to trap you opens one up mentally, emotionally, or spiritually to what is around.
The rest of my day was wonderful and I met another amazing person with whom I vibed and everything seemed just right.
There's SO much that happened... when friend #3 and I left the pub (I met an old friend there and he was mutually acquainted, but left before we did in order to continue partying) this cab driver was reciting SHAKESPEARE to me. Apparently, his father was a struggling playwright who would drink whiskey and listen to old recordings of Shakespearean plays with his son, now turned cabby, in the 6o's. Even my cab drivers were ridiculous! The second one of the evening offered me "services"!!!!!!!!
I feel like there's even more to say, but I'm getting tired...
I just want to mention that my second day was cool, too, and everything that seemed to happen was happening for a reason. Even today, I just feel so right with the world, like it's all going the way it should.
I haven't felt this in a long time.
Goodnite.