Texas: Week 2 Day 2

I am feeling so homesick and yet my parents are sitting in my cramped apartment trolling the internet as if we were back home in Caledonia. 
I think my biggest problem is thinking the world is going on around me, when really, I am creating a whole new home right here, with brand new memories and great people, I'm just too worried to realize the greatness surrounding me.
Irrational thought of the day: I think it's time to go to the DMV and belong to the lonestar state. My license expires a year from my birthday; a year from Sept 24th, but I don't want them to take it and shred it. That would surely lead to tears. It doesn't take much to bring me to tears. I love to remind myself of all the brave ladies I went to high school with that either ventured far away for school, or after school for a new career. Part of me feels slow-rolling just moving away from home. Part of me feels brave, too.  
P.s. Did you know that the prison system takes the data from the 3rd grade standardized tests (TX only?) and uses that info to project onto the prison system to accommodate those that failed when they are older. How disgusting. That's another rant for another day. When I'm feeling Freedom Writers inspired. 

Texas was for a lot of reasons. Unfortunately, a lot of what I wanted to get away from turned out pretty great right before I left.  This summer was magical. I had virtually no cares (except for moving, which happened very fast in retrospect), just countdowns that slowly approached until it was three days before I left, and suddenl, I wanted to unpack and find a local job.  (Yelch! Never!  A teaching job in Michigan? Can't be found! The lochness monster of the education world.) Not really, a lot of great people I graduated with landed jobs just within the last few weeks, but I've been set with this gig since April. A day I will never forget, espeically today, when I'm ailed with the same neck ache as that day I interviewed over the phone for this very position.  I left for Texas because I hate snow, and apparently it's G-O-R-E-G-O-U-S from October to May. Once June hits (also when school lets out and I'm headed back to MI) it gets hot and miserable, like when I moved in: heat index of 110, say what? Perfect set up. So, I just have to make it through this hot spell, and life will be grand. I'll be sure to appease all of you and grade papers by the pool after school. Because that's what Texas teachers do :P
Enough rambling for now, I have things to do and restless sleeps to take before another day of mind-boggling, ever so important quips about recess duty to remember.