So I’m researching student loan forgiveness for teachers, and I have some questions. I email my state representative for that sort of thing and ask him for some info. He sends me here:

I entered college in August 1997. That means I am totally freakin’ screwed, because there was no way I could repay my first student loan before October 1, 1998 (because I was still in school dammit), and I continued to borrow throughout my college career.

The page says that when Congress enacted this loan forgiveness program, they placed the start date at October 1, 1998 to encourage new people to become teachers. I assume that means they want YOUNGER people to enter into teaching programs.

Well they completely screwed anyone who is OLDER (I’m only 29 for Christ’s sake). Even someone who entered school in 1998 is screwed, because they would have gotten their loans in August of 1998. They’re screwed big time.

Thanks a lot, Congress.

No wait…what I meant to say was…

Fuck You, Congress. Fuck you and your stupid loan forgiveness laws that screw over anyone who is 28+.


School is Expensive

As most of you already know, I’m about to start coursework to get my Master’s Degree in Secondary Math Education. I love school. I love teaching, and I love learning. I would take Math classes every day if I could afford it. So I’ve been looking for scholarships/grants for continuing Math education. While searching for scholarships online, I found this.

It’s a little old, but no less pertinent!

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A Puppy is NOT a Present

‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.

The stockings were hung by the chimney with care
In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there.

The children were nestled all snug in their beds
With no thought of the dog filling their head.

And mamma in her ‘kerchief, and I in my cap
Knew he was cold, but didn’t care about that.

When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.

Away to the window I flew like a flash
Figuring the dog was free of his chain and into the trash.

The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
Gave the luster of mid-day to objects below.

When, what to my wondering eyes should appear
But Santa Claus – with eyes full of tears.

He un-chained the dog, once so lively and quick,
Last year’s Christmas present, now painfully thin and sick.

More rapid than eagles he called the dog’s name
And the dog ran to him, despite all his pain.

“Now, DASHER! now, DANCER! now, PRANCER and VIXEN!

To the top of the porch! To the top of the wall!
Let’s find this dog a home where he’ll be loved by all.”

I knew in an instant there would be no gifts this year
For Santa Claus had made one thing quite clear,

The gift of a dog is not just for the season
We had gotten the pup for all the wrong reasons,

In our haste to think of the kids a gift
There was one important thing that we missed.

A dog should be family, and cared for the same
You don’t give a gift, then put it on a chain.

And I heard him exclaim as he rode out of sight
“You weren’t given a gift! You were given a LIFE!”

Please people, before you give someone a gift, think of the consequences. So many “Christmas puppies” end up in shelters every year. Don’t let tomorrow’s joy be next month’s “adoptable pet of the week.”

Merry Christmas to all! Give your furkids a hug from me!

Un-Merry Christmas

Yes, we will have a very un-Merry Christmas this year.

My Grandmother passed away this afternoon at about 2:30 p.m.

Thanks to all who wished the family well. Your thoughts and prayers are always appreciated. Thank you so much.

Funeral #2

Looks like I’ll be attending another funeral this year. Or at least within a few weeks…

I was in the middle of Samurai Champloo (which I am not particularly crazy about) when my mom called and told me that my Grandmother is expected to leave this mortal coil very soon. We are travelling back to Iowa tomorrow.

I keep thinking about all the stories that you hear about people who get married when they’re young, stay married for their entire lives, and then in the twilight of their lives, when one of them passes away, the other one just doesn’t have a reason to be here any more, and passes away very soon afterwards. I believe that this is what happened with my Grandparents. This year was their 57th year of marriage.

I can’t imagine how lonely it must be to lose someone when three quarters of your life was spent with that person.

For me to lose both of my Grandparents within six months…

And for my mom to lose both her mother and father within six months…

I am going to have to keep myself very very busy, and think of only the good things.

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