Monthly Archives: September 2012

The Day I Thought It Was Thursday

All I am is a man
I want the world in my hands
I hate the beach
But I stand in California with my toes in the sand

“Sweater Weather” by The Neighbourhood

I woke up with scraped knuckles in the haze of a blackout hangover. How did I get home? I still had on the wristband from Ace of Spades. I’d been functional enough to get out of my clothes before passing out. When did we leave the show? I couldn’t even remember riding home, until I saw the Astronautalis album on the dining room table and remembered how much of a pain in the ass it had been riding a bike with a record in one hand. Did I throw up last night? I vaguely remembered throwing up. When did I scratch up my knuckles? Did I crash my bike?

It was weird not being able to answer any of these questions. Iven was off at work, so I had to try and piece together the details on my own. There were no details. I don’t even remember if the headlining band made it on stage before we left. Why’d we leave so early?

Last night also confirmed that yes, my ex-girlfriend still lives in Sacramento. She was at the show. We said a few words and then she went off with her friend. When you break up with someone and cease communication with them, you can’t help but wonder now and then where they ended up.

Now it’s Wednesday, not Thursday like I thought it was.

I went to Temple Coffee to try and meet this fellow named Todd that might have some freelance proofreading work for me to do with him. Not sure of all the details. Anyway, I edited a piece he sent me. Seems like it could be a legit gig. His e-mail asked to meet on Thursday and, thinking it was Thursday, I walked over there to meet him and obviously had no luck in that department. However, I found out that Zoe just got a job there. She’s an old character from Old Soul, so it was neat to reunite and catch up. That wouldn’t have happened if I had my days straight.

Things are good. Feeling pretty good about things.

Sometimes I worry too much about school. Sometimes it really sucks not having Jenny here. Sometimes I get paranoid about money. Sometimes I really miss Istanbul. Sometimes I’ll suddenly wonder if I’m on the wrong path. Sometimes I forget to smell the roses.

But when I sit and think about my life, I’m happy with it.

Now I just gotta see about getting a mattress.


The Day After The Weekend With Rob

This vessel’s underway
Secure the rigging, we’re headed south
Tack the sails, man the posts
We’re headed south into the wind

“AFK” by Pinback

The honest truth is that things have been moving very quickly. But not in a bad way. I’m grateful for this house, for living with Iven, for the friends who have welcomed me back with open arms, and for the weather. Grad school, so far, is not the migraine it might turn into in the coming months. Things are just… Settling.

It’s strange. Delayed culture shock.

I miss Jenny a lot. I’m looking forward to less long-distance in our relationship.

I miss the laissez faire life of studying abroad. I miss not feeling guilty about not having a job.

Things are coming together. My world is slowly taking a path. I’ve got a tutoring gig lined up (going to meet the student on Friday). I’ve sent my teacher interview questions out for responses (part of a 215C project). I’m pretty much staying up with all the readings. I got a bike lock.

Rob came to visit this weekend. Our first official overnight house guest.

Despite some losses, I think I’m still the reigning backgammon champion.

This weekend I take a trip up to Truckee with my family. I think some nature will be nice.

A breather from the bustle.

the day of the job interview

So, bless my heart and bless yours too.
I don’t know where I’m gonna go
Don’t what what I’m gonna do.

“Hold On” – Alabama Shakes

Had an interview today for an Instructional Aide position, which is a bit misleading because “aide” implies giving assistance, whereas the actual position puts you in charge of a class of your own. Just you. I’m certainly okay with that, but I think they ought to rephrase their job titles.

Getting out to South Sacramento wasn’t too hard. I grabbed the 68 from the stop in front of Suzie Burger and it dropped me off about forty minutes later on Steiner, which was only a ten minute walk from Sacramento Unified School District’s main HQ.

I was early so I sought a liquor store and downed a blue Gatorade with a cheap pastry for breakfast, then read some of my book in the shade.

Waiting for the interview inside, I filled out this secondary form. Answered a couple questions about myself. Why would I be a good teacher? What special skills do I have? Would I be able to be a substitute?

The question that stalled me was: Who is your main inspiration or role model, and why?

I gave it some thought, then wrote: “Andy Dufresne from ‘The Shawshank Redemption.’ Even though he was wrongfully convicted, he continued to pursue his dreams.”

Regarding the actual interview, it was held by a panel of various administrative figures from schools throughout the district. Nice people. Good handshakes. They each asked me a question or two. How would I handle a confrontation with a parent? How would I teach kids the rules of a new game? What methods would I bring to a classroom? For the most part I thought I answered well, giving honest responses with some examples from my previous experience.

In the end, I had to bring up the timing conflicts. Probably this is my fault, since the job title in full was “Instructional Aide for After School Program.” I should’ve known this would come up.

Since I’m in class at Sac State from about 3 – 6 most days, I’m basically unavailable for the position, which sucks. I think everything was pretty cherry until we got to that part. Luckily one guy had a suggestion for another position I might fit into, but we’ll see.

Basically, I’ll be lucky to hear back from them.

More importantly, the irony of going to college to become a teacher while not having time to gain experience teaching because you’re at school is a bit baffling.

I’m sure there’s something else out there.

– chrispresso –


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the day i moved in

It matters where you are
As the sun hits, she’ll be waiting
With her cool things and her heaven
Hey hey lover you still burn me

“When the Sun Hits” – Slowdive

We open on a bedroom floor, standard sandy brown carpet. On the floor along one wall are various piles of clothes, trinkets from travels abroad, a camera and headphones. Along the other wall, a fold-out mat with a blanket and a pillow, upon which I sit, Chris, wearing khaki shorts and a Lion King t-shirt. The whole apartment is pretty much empty. Some decorations. A chair. A bottle of tequila in the kitchen.

This is Day One.

Living in Sacramento is familiar and comforting. I feel like I’ve been gone for more than seven and a half months, yet at the same time it feels like no time has passed at all. Here I am again. New keys, new address, new madness.

There’s a park across the street.

We’re two blocks from a corner market, one block from a hamburger joint, a half-block from a lousy Mexican food restaurant, a block from Ink, two blocks from Monkey Bar, and not more than five minutes from my favorite bar/venue, Harlow’s.

The apartment walls are mint green. Most of the place has hardwood floors. Ceiling fans. Antiquated charm. A claw-foot bathtub. In the backyard, the collected trinkets of previous and current tenants, a hammock and a bench and a nice little yard. The front porch is frequented by the tenants, who are friendly and easy-going and may or may not all work for the State. The currency of the house is beer. We might chip in for the wireless internet (which I’m already using) with a six pack every month.

I’ve gotten hooked up to PG&E.

SMUD is “receiving such a high volume of calls” that the automated voice asked me to call back later. By later I think they mean tomorrow.

I’ve got school at 4:30 and this’ll be my first time commuting from this address. Not a bad commute at all, just a quick walk to J street and a bus ride across East Sac. Then I’ll be coming back here, to my new home, my new shell. Iven should be coming down around that time, too, and he’ll have some stuff to drop off. I’m hoping he brings a TV.

Our landlord is awesome. Our location is prime. The weather is fantastic.

Jenny comes home in two months.

Here’s to old friends, new friends, new things, and familiar haunts.

– Chrispresso

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