Hey guys, this blog isn't specific to mermaiding (though I am sure there will be posts about mermaiding since it is a life blog), but I thought some of you might be interested in it. It is going to chronicle my adventures as an expat in Utila, Honduras getting my SCUBA instructor certification and living in the land of suicide shower heads. The writing is very off the cuff, humor laced with reality. Here is the link and an excerpt of the sort of style it's written in (it is meant to entertain):
Http://notyourmommasdream.wordpress.com
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Excerpt of first entry:
It’s a cloudy Thursday morning as I sit behind a teensey tinsey desk obviously built in an era before Oreos and box wine made all teachers’ thighs expand like the Roman Empire. I stare at the school calendar like it holds the the secrets of the universe. Seventeen school days until we are released from hell, if you don’t count the day we have to make up thanks to the fact that (just like last year and the year before that) the school system has severely underestimated Texans’ inability to drive in even .00001 millimeters of snow.
Just seventeen days until I am free. No more hooking my computer up to my hotspot so I can surf for random crap to One Click Buy on Amazon.com without the Administrators of Death finding out. No more hiding behind the bookshelf as Principal Asshole presses his face to the tiny window in my door, trying to decipher whether or not I am implementing the school plan of creating a “safe zone” in my classroom where all the miniature Crips can hang out together in a cluster of blue clad brotherhood and safely plan how they’re going to jump the short Hispanic kid after school behind the dilapidated ice cream stand where you can get a free baggie of marijuana with a minimum purchase of three pounds of crack. And I work in a special needs classroom. God save the teachers in gen ed. It’s sort of like the difference between working in the psychiatric ward versus the overcrowded general population at your friendly neighborhood penitentiary. At least I have the legal right to restrain the little bastards if they try to shank me with a sharpened magic marker. All the gen ed teachers can do is hide in their built in cabinets and pray to be saved by the bell before they drop the hand sanitizer.
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