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Things have been going a bit better around here as of late. I've begun to look for a teaching job up in the state of Alaska. My Father had a job interview up there the past week and came back speaking wonders of the place and saying how desperatly they were in need of teachers in the Bush; that is the rural, native, regions of the state. So I've spent the entire week trying to pull information together and submit applications. I ran into a snag this morning, however; it seems that to get certification in Alaska, one needs to have taken the PPST; the problem is that according to the state of Michigan I tested out of that test and didn't have to take it. So now, I need to set up to take a test and pray that I can still pull everything together in time to get a job.
Its weird, but I've really begun to miss Marquette, MI. I love Madison, I really do, but with all of the crap that has been happening to me since I moved down here, my old college home is beginning to look better and better. This isn't fair to Madison, Marquette or myself, however. I think a large part of my nostolgia stems more from the fact that the last time I really had my life in order(in fact, seemed to have any control over my life) was when I lived there. Its a small city, and most of my friends have left already, so going back would really accomplish me nothing; but I still have been feeling this deep yearning to return.
There is a power up there. You can feel it as you drive through the North Woods, going back Republic and Witch Lake right before Highway 41. I can't really describe it, but there is something there, and I miss it. When I used to write up there, it always felt as if I was able to tap into this element somehow, and thats one of the things I miss as well.
Speaking of writting, I've taken a break from the epic poem I've been writting for the past year and a half(page 22! BOOYAH!) and started writting another story thats been floating through my head for nearly as long. I'm a slow writer, and I've had trouble with the story before, but tonight I sat down and wrote 4 and a half pages which is really amazing. If I keep up at that pace, I might be able to finish it within a week or so; which would be amazing. Its all about some love sick fool who goes hiking in the woods with a friend, and manages to capture the attention of Lake Superior who is also lonely.
Anyway, thats my rather mixed up life story so far. I keep telling myself that things will improve and that I'm moving in the right direction, but it sometimes seems that every time I see a doorway out of my perdiciment, someone slams it in my face as I'm just about ready to jump through. You can get that when I get through this (and I will!) that this will become a oft repeated tale of effort and perceverience which my children shall grow sick of hearing every time they make the mistake of complaining about work.
Ah, I can't wait to have kids someday; they are going to take me