Another day, another dollar

I'm trying to start my graduate school essay and I'm actually nervous about it. I'm getting excited about applying for University of Texas at Austin. I really like the program they have there, Master of Arts-Performance as Public Practice. It sounds awkward but actually it's rather intense, studying theatre critical analysis and editorializing it. This appeals to me because I used to write theatrical reviews for my university's shitty biweekly paper The Breeze.

Yeah, The Breeze really was a piece of shit...

Anyhow, with my credentials I'm hoping to build some sort of substantial portfolio that will make the acceptance board cream a little. Well, at least not fall asleep into their mocha lattes.

Meanwhile, the children are being children. I have this one child, we'll call him "C", who seems developmentally behind--really behind. He's five and he was still shitting in his pants at school. He can hardly make a coherent sentence and he hits his friends as a normal form of communication. He often pisses me off. Then, there's E. He looks like Rosemary's baby in kindergarden or that kid from "Problem Child"...ya know, the one that pissed Gilbert Gottfried off all the time. He's the ugliest thing in the world when he cries--a little ginger kid crossed with "Chucky".

I hope my new job in Texas is more thankful. I'm moving out there since Anthony's job is being transfered to San Antonio. He'll be getting paid a lot more and it'll be a good career move for him. I want to go with him because I love him and there are some good grad schools in Texas for theatre (as I found out through researching it.) I've lived in Virginia all my life (except the brief semester in London) and it'll be good to get out for a while.

Of course I'm afraid of the convervatism...but I'm hoping the Austin/San Antonio area will suck less than others. At least I heard Austin's pretty rad.

Nothing's permanent, I suppose. My previous and pending gypsyism proves this.