The more I live here, the more I really don't like IU or Indiana.
I have to get "dress" clothes to conform to society for my teaching experience trip tomorrow.
Which entails me waking up at 445am to leave and "carpool" up to some public school in Indianapolis. IU doesn't even get us a bus, or pay for our gas, yet places us in a school which requires a 160 mile round trip to get there and back. I hate college. 
Anyways, there isn't a Big & Tall within 50 miles. Those that are close, of course don't carry my size, so I have to fucking drive 75 miles to Castleton, which may or may not have stuff that fits.
How disheartening. 150 miles....
This is the kind of stuff that gets me back into the "is this really what I want?" mode of thinking. Teaching isn't my first choice, never has been or potentially will be.
I feel most of the time the only reason I'm in the program is because my Mom and society is pressuring me to get a degree I really don't want.
At least the rest of the week isn't going to be that bad, I'll have to listen to a lot of oldies to cheer myself up since I'm already approaching burn out stage four weeks into this semester.
Seriously, there is nothing better than listening to oldies when you are in a bad mood. It made my 150 mile drive worthwhile today. How can you pass up a Motown sing-a-long?
Did they move tuesday night fights to wednesday night yet? Cause I wasnt home last night and I hope I didnt miss it.
I wish I was big & tall enough to have to buy clothing at a Big & Tall. I think I'm just a hair under 6'...