I have officially joined the circus

I have never had very good hand-eye coordination.  I can't throw an accurate dart, I can't catch a baseball, and I really can't even begin to try to put a basketball through the hoop.  And yet lately, I have found myself having to spend a lot of time juggling.  Specifically, I'm juggling a full course load and student teaching schedule, a wedding to plan, and my third ball (heh heh) that I have most recently thrown into the mix is finding a job.

I hate the job search.  I hate having to find new and un-cheesy ways to "sell" myself to prospective employers like a cheap hooker working her bit of the street.  (Although, I am from Baltimore, home of the corner hoes, so maybe it's just in my blood.)  Today, I went to a convention set up so that educators can interview for jobs within the private school network.  From 8am to 3pm I hopped from table to table, and it got to the point that I had my spiel down pat.  I felt like a baseball player rattling off my stats.  (You like the sports metaphor?  I think I even used it correctly!)  And the worst part of it is that I am so desperate for a job, any job, that it got to the point where I lied about my educational beliefs and made up a bunch of stuff that is completely against everything I believe in about teaching young children.  All so that an uptight woman would deem me worthy enough to apply for the teaching position at her school.

I feel cheap.

I hate being a stereotype

Have you guys heard about this new show on Lifetime, "One Born Every Minute"?  It's a reality show, narrated by Jamie Lee Curtis, who is kind of awesome, about this one OBGYN wing of a hospital.  Each week, the show focuses on two or three women who are in the hospital to give birth.  It's at times scary, bizarre, disgusting, pixellated, and hilarious (those poor families who have to wait through 24 hours of labor start to get a little loopy after Hour 18).  The other day I caught the last 20 minutes of the show as I was finishing up some grad school work, and all of a sudden I found myself having to hold back tears at the tenderness and sweetness of seeing the new parents with their babies.  What the F?!  I wasn't even invested in the show and I still got sucked into the cuteness of it all.  I mean, when I saw one dad carefully stroke his baby's teeny tiny finger with his huge adult sized paw, I almost lost it.  And I don't even want kids!  At least, not any time soon.  Stupid hormones, making me devolve into an "ooh"ing, "gagagoo"ing mess.