I am really tired today. i got no sleep last night between visions of my sister in wedding dresses (i've spent about 4 + hours watching her try on wedding dresses, not to mention countless hours looking at her picks from magazines and the internet), and the baby doing somekind of jazzercise routine.
I was falling asleep at my desk by 2 pm, and after work I have to go to my other job and teach a class at the Red Cross. Then I get to get up tomorrow and do it all over again. At least the day job. This will be my final Red Cross class for a while. I have to say I'm a little bit glad. It's fun at first, but after teaching the same 8 hour class for a year, it's a drudge. Especially when you end up with a classroom full of people who, despite being there to learn how to help an ill or injured person and potentially save someone's life, couldn't be less interested if they tried. The very first question I always get is "Will this really take 8 hours? or is there the possibility of getting out early?" Tonight, though, I am teaching a 4 hour review class, so hopefully the people will be a little more lively. It's also alittle disconcerting to teach this 8 hour class, where you hands-on practice pretty much everything and watch videos and read about how to do it, because at the end we pass out surveys. There is a series of questions on the survey about whether or not you would now feel comfortable responding to an emergency, or recognizing an emergency, or if you feel prepared for an emergency situation, or how likely you would be to step and respond in an emergency situation like you learned about in the class. You rate your level on a scale of 1-6. Half or more circle 3 or 4 or below. Some people circle "not likely" or the equivalent. It makes me wonder why I wasted time teaching these skills to people who will still leave the class and be the kind of people who sit there in a restaurant and watch the person next to them choke to death. Or stand around and oogle the scene of a car accident and do nothing to help.
I was thinking about getting emt certified. The local firehouse is so desperate for volunteers they train you to do emt and firefighter certifications free. But I volunteered with an emt unit for a couple nights last year, and I wasn't real impressed. Also, I'm not sure how that will fit in with the whole baby thing, and the engineering night classes I'm supposed to be taking at the local community college. I'm also starting a five week sewing class tomorrow night. I'm excited to learn a real life, practical skill. Something where I can use my hands to create an actual output. I'll be crushed if I suck at it.
We may go camping this weekend, about a half hour drive from our house. My sister and her fiancee bought a bunch of cheap used camping equipment they want to test out, and I think a little "stay-cation" would be good for all parties involved.
I've also run out of reading material for work, so today I ordered a couple of $3 used books. "Hell's Angels" by Hunter S Thompson , and "The Best of Abbie Hoffman" by Abbie Hoffman. They better be good. The shipping and handling cost more than the books.
While I was on half.com on a whim I looked up used Raffi cd's. Remember Raffi? 'Down by the bay.....', the "you brush your teeth, ch ch ch ch, ch ch ch ch" song. Yeah, sweet nostalgia. I never thought twice about it as a kid of course, but now that I see the cd covers, he's kinda creepy. What was that slightly older Canadian Pee Wee Herman looking dude doing dedicating his life to wearing primary-colored jump suits and caps and singing "six little ducks" ? It's just a little strange.
No comments:
Post a Comment