The hills are alive with the sound of forwarded email...

This blog entry is being simulcast to all the hardworking men and women who bring us peace in the middle east... I mean all the people I went to school with in Clair... well essentially I mean Amy, Drew and Sharon. Hey guys, look above this for a more detailed introduction.

I should have read my last post before "completeing" it with this one but what are ya gonna do. So yeah, comic at a standstill on to the rest.

Practice teaching was a lark. Had some great experiences, learned some things. The thing is I didn't really 'learn' things so much as I learned them. By that I mean I didn't learn anything I didn't already know I basically learned how to work around what I was taught. Does that make sense?

What I learned was that the real world is nothing like the university classroom. In this virtual setting creatures called university proffessors will tell you things about how they think the world works, but we must remember these opinions are of a quasi religious almost mythological nature. These beings have never been outside the walls of their protective nesting ground and as such lose sight of what the world outside may be. They build an image of the world through the convectural comments of those who do leave the grounds and the speculations each breeds in the other. In all seriousness I did have some good profs, but the fact is when I went into education I had an idea of how the classroom should work and what changes I had to bring to the table, coming out of the program my views were forcably shifted, and once I got into the field I realised I was right the first time.

That is either a representation of my genius or arrogance, but both things are necessary for success and I have both in excess. Well at least having either leads me to believe I have the other, and perception defines reality what?

Now I just have to wait for my liscense to actually get paid. I should get my Maine State liscense today and then it's off to Halifax for my information to be processed.

Christmas was good. Kaitlyn (my daughter, for those navigating here from comicspace) enjoyed herself though at 8 months I'm not sure she knew what was going on. She didn't so much as unwrap her presents as eat the outerlayer, and then attempt to eat the candy center that is the present itself. We got her a big wooden puzzle thing, a rolly bug noisy stuffy thing, and a Backyardigans DVD. Backyardigans is one of the less painful baby oriented television shows. As opposed to Dora the Explorer and her cousin who just scream all god damned day. Seriously that's why kids throw tantrums, it's because Dora teaches them to scream to get what they want. "Do you want a cookie? Scream cookie. Scream it louder. No Louder. Great work, now we have a cookie!"

Myself I got some Steven King books, some other books, and an external Harddrive. All in all a good Christmas materially. I can't say I got into the spirit of the season because the whole no job no income young family thing is on my mind even still. I mean Laura and I are the poster children for welfare parenting. I won't apply for social assistance until we're starving but that does mean I have to live in my parents house with her in hers and my daughter with her. Yeah it's hard to get in the Christmas spirit when your daughter and fiance live elsewhere but all in all it was an ok holiday. Not my best one but the future looks bright.

Well I hope everyone reading this and everyone I forward it to had a good holiday, and those of you awaiting liscensing; hang in there! I'm gonna call that a day here. My next post will outline some of the new ideas for projects I've been having so any of my comicspace readers might be interested in that.

Remember, if you can find any in Nova Scotia (which is highly unlikely) don't eat yellow snow. You don't know where it's been.