I hate February

Yes, it's that time of year again... the month of February... the month where we celebrate Black History (I LOVED teaching the kiddos about Duke Ellington and such... and I'm sure THEY loved listening to the jazz music I played them!) we also celebrate that stupid little beaver-like creature... yes, the Groundhog... I used to like that movie, too, until my Dad made me watch it nearly every time it came on TV. And of course, let us not forget Single's Awareness Day. The only man who has never let me down on this day is my Dad (despite his tendencies to re-watch Bill Murray over and over and over...). I usually get some sort of flowers and also perhaps some candy... and usually he takes my Mom and I out for dinner (not ON the actual day, tho). When I student taught I had an enjoyable Valentine's... even though I was just over 1 month post-break up with the PUNK that cheated on me impregnating his "new" interest... whom he eloped with. Yup... the kiddos got me LOTS of cards, a lot of them homemade (b/c it was a low income area) and some little boys got me those BIG Hallmark cards... a couple got me flowers... several kids got me candies.

I felt such genuine love and appreciation from them! I miss that. Is it bad that I'm so pessimistic about love that I don't think any sort of present (be it on Valentine's or any other day/occassion) is genuine? It seems like guys in particular give gifts because they're expecting SOMETHING in return. Another gift... sex... ANYTHING. I have no idea where this line of thoughts came from... I just know that this year in general... from Valentine's on... is probably not going to be great. Well, hopefully with the exception of FINALLY landing a full time job... and if I don't then I'm going into another profession temporarily because I can't keep doing the subbing thing... I need an actual salary so that I can be on my own again.... or my Dad suggested I go back for my Masters... although, how I'm supposed to pay for that I have no idea... considering what I make as a substitute. Anyhow... in conclusion... I'm not looking forward to February!