SophiaMia

During my teen years, my mom and I hated each other. We would fight constantly and she would torment me and drive me crazy. Our relationship has improved more than ever now that I have been away from home and realize how much I miss her voice, her cooking, her advise and her love… we talk on the phone and email each other everyday almost. I tell her to take her vitamins, wear her seatbelt and say her prayers… and she reminds me to get health insurance, save my money and take a fun class like yoga or art to be happy.

I lived in Sausalito for 3 months and he was up the street from my place. Mind you, I moved there with the intention of meeting him (and yeah, I wanted to seduce him even though everyone in the neighborhood told me he was Gay, and I refused to believe it) I got a job down at the leather shop next to the starbucks he used to get his coffee from, and see him walk to and fro everyday. The house I lived in was spooky and haunted, and the creep who was my landlord was always trying to get into my pants… but I was on a mission damnit! And yeah, I would say “hello” and “how is it going” everytime we passed by or he saw me hanging out on my front porch, so concidently at the same time he was passing by, but I never had the balls to ask him out for a date, or make any sort of flirtatious move on him. I was stupid to think it would have ‘just happen’ like fate. Not to be vain, but I consider myself attactive and thought we’d make really cute babies LOL I know, this was 3 or 4 years ago when I was just 20 years old and naieve as shit. Finally I gave up, moved back home yet still made weekly visits to Sausalito so hang out with the neighborhood people… (and to see if he was there too) – later on I found out he was gay and had married his ‘partner’ – needless to say I was pretty bummed out about it, but now all I can do is laugh about it. Silly me.

Don’t get me wrong, I LOVE little kids. But 15 or 20 little kids who pick their nose, pull each other’s hair, climb on walls and pee themselves while you attempt to teach ABC’s is VERY HARD WORK. I took my ECE classes, started out as an assistant teacher before I became a certified teacher. The most stressful 5 months of my life. Parents wanted to know why their child pee’d themselves for the 13th time, and I feel like saying “ITS YOUR JOB TO POTTYTRAIN YOUR KID LADY!” but alas, I had to keep that snow white happy go lucky smile everyday while I waved goodbye to all those sweet, energy sucking little people. No really, I love kids… maybe 1 or 2 at a time. Other than that, its overwhemling, more like babysitting rather than teaching. If you have the paitence then go for it. Also, take lots of Vitamin C daily because little kids tend to carry lots of germs and I was always getting sick from them. Ew.