I don’t like kids. I have never liked them and I don’t tolerate them. People keep telling me that as I grow older, I will learn to love them and my maternal gene will kick in. Yeah, no.

The funny thing about it is that I’m doing a double major and one of my majors is Education, and I’m taking loads of classes on how to manage kids, and how to teach them, and help them, and frankly I don’t give a fuck! Only, I can’t express my opinion so colorfully in class or among my peers for that matter, seeing as how they are all a bunch of baby-lovers (and baby-havers). On the other hand, regardless of my feelings towards kids, I am slowly starting to fall in love with my major. I never thought that I would, I mean I needed it to go along with my other major so that I can get the career I love but I never thought that I would enjoy it independently.

It’s kind of funny actually, I sometimes catch myself paying attention in class and answering questions and volunteering to student-teach. I definitely think that being an educator is a powerful thing, problem is, I just don’t think that kids are worth it and I have no patience for them. As you can see, I am in quite a pickle. It’s good to have something to fall back on, if what I want to do when I grow up doesn’t work out for me.

In other news, I am finally going back to Kuwait in December (for 3 weeks) after being here for the longest time known to mankind. I don’t know how I feel about it, I’m really excited and I’m really terrified. I know I’m different, and I know that everyone else is different and that kind of creates this disequilibrium (Thank you, Piaget). I keep thinking, I’m only going back for 3 weeks and I’m dishevelled about it. How am I going to feel when I move back there for good? I can only put it off for so long with my masters coming up and then maybe a PhD but I am going to eventually live there! Jeez Louise.

Yesterday I hired a cleaning lady to come and clean my entire apartment. Now, you should know that I have a small apartment. It has 1 small bedroom, a small bathroom, a somewhat large living room and a medium-sized kitchen. That’s it, and there is absolutely no mess because I’m a neat-freak. Unfortunately I am no clean-freak. I can wipe tables with Clorox wipes, and I take out the trash but that is the extent of my cleanliness when it comes to the apartment. I blame my parents. So guess how long she stayed here to clean this tiny little place for $25 an hour. That’s right, 6 hours! but it’s worth it. I honestly didn’t realize how nasty my apartment was until she actually started cleaning it and I was like “oooh is that what color my carpet was?” Now, I want to invite everyone over so we can lick things off of the floor. This is a public invitation, if you live near me then you are more than welcome to come eat things off of my floor. It’s sparkling. She even got on her knees and scrubbed every inch of this apartment! Who does that? I could marry her. My cat is kind of confused because he’s never seen the apartment like this so he doesn’t know if we’re still in the same place. It’s amusing.

and finally, I  have been trying to lose weight for the upcoming wedding that I have to go to in Kuwait and I weighed myself today and I was actually pleased, I mean I’m not at my ideal weight yet but it’s getting closer and closer, and with my calculations, I should be ready for a slutty dress by december 15th! wo0t!

i<3school!