Go-'bama!

5 days away...and I'm so nervous and excited for Nov. 4th. I'm totally going to Barack the Vote on Tuesday in the madness! I know I'm young, and this is only my second presidential election, but I've gotten so invested in this election, in Barack Obama. I trust him. That's not to say I wouldn't trust John McCain, but I don't share his values. And I don't believe in Sarah Palin.

That's my story. That's my belief. That's my hope.

What am I doing?

Let's see. I'm teaching. And it's a full time job--all the planning, grading, answering, thinking, teaching, and reading. It's exhausting. But I'm enjoying it. Yes, I really like it. Not every part of it--but overall.

I'm learning. To teach. And to write poetry. Those are my classes.

I'm waiting. For things to be done with. In a year and a half, I will be done with school.

I'm working. Only six hours a week at The Dusty Bookshelf, but that's all I can handle.

I'm writing. More poetry consistently than ever before. At least a poem a week. It's a fantastic feeling.

I'm listening. To students. And music when I can. Mostly I listen to the TV when I'm at home.

I'm watching. Too much CNN. There's only so many times one person can handle hearing "my friends."

I'm hoping. In hope. For Barack Obama to be elected our next president in less than a month.

I'm drinking. Too much caffeine these days. Not enough water.

I'm limping. Repeat injury--only to the opposite foot. It's strange and painful.

I'm hungry. Because it's hard for me to eat breakfast these days.

I'm anxious. For next summer so I can move to a happy apartment.