PAY DAY! How I love Pay Day, and I don’t mean the candy bar! Oh, life is so good on pay day and when you only get paid once a month, like I do, you start to get a little itchy around the 20th of each month, after you’ve paid the bills, but still have 10 days left and hope to God you have enough cashola left to buy groceries and gas. So..hooray for the pay day!
Today was my first day of “real” work. Yes, I did wind up getting Hornsby, but it’s cool because the kids are really great. I’ve only got 2 groups there, then a 2 hour break and travel to Creedmoor (which is WAY) on the other side of the district, then another 90 minute break and travel to Popham. I’m all over the place! It’s a good thing UT reimburses me for gas! Today went great and the kids seemed excited overall to begin the reading interventions. Most of them are very sweet and eager to learn. I love 4th graders because, for the most part, they haven’t developed attitudes and haven’t turned into little punks yet (unlike junior high…I hate teaching junior high and bless the teachers that love it and do it well…I wish there were more of them around!).
I’m about 1/3 of the way done with the Baby Blanket of Doom…well, maybe not doom. It’s too soft and fluffy and happy yellow to be dreadful. It’s too bad I don’t know any pregnant goths because it would be hella funny to knit a black baby blanket. Maybe I’ll knit one for myself when God chooses to bless us with our own little Bouncing Bundle of Drooling Happiness.
My diploma for my Master’s degree arrived yesterday. It’s very large and, thankfully, in English. Unlike my Bachelor’s:

My undergradauate diploma...in Latin.
I remember the day this thing came in the mail. I showed it to my Mom and she stared for a moment and then quipped, “The joke’s on us. We spend $40,000 for your college education and we can’t even read the diploma!” Ah, UD…so pretentious.
When I enrolled at UT Arlington, I brought in the diploma in lieu of my transcripts (which were coming in the mail). The poor registrar sort of stared at it, then me, and asked, “Is this thing for real?” I wanted to answer, “No, lady. It’s not. I never went to college, you see. I bought my diploma for $29.95 plus shipping and handling from fakelatindiplomas.com.” She had to show it to her boss, who told me she wasn’t sure she could accept it, but had the grace to call UD’s registrar and ask if they issued their diplomas in Latin. It sort of went like this:
UTA Registrar: *on the phone* I have a graduate of yours who is applying for entrance into UTA. Are your diplomas issued in Latin? *pause* I see. Do you have translations of your diplomas available in English? *pause* No? *registrar glances nervously in my direction* Oh…well…thank you. *Hangs up* Well…I guess we can offer you provisional enrollment as a post-baccalaureate student until your transcripts arrive.
The silly thing is…you don’t have to know Latin to make out what it says. Go fig!
So I’m glad that my Masters diploma is in English and that Texas State isn’t pretentious enough to put their diplomas in a dead language.
It is pretty fun to tell people I have a “Baccalaurei in Artibus” though. Sounds like a disease. Well, UD did make me miserable at times, so perhaps that’s what I got after 4 years in Catholic college hell…I got a permanent case of the baccalaurei in artibus and there’s NO KNOWN CURE! AAAAAARGH!!!!
I’m silly. And now I must go make up a grocery list so we can buy groceries becaaaaaaaause….IT’S PAY DAY!