It was friggin' magical, but for a total cost of nearly $200 bucks they'd better be shoving pixie dust so far up my ass I can taste it.
It's a lot smaller than you might remember. Things are really close together and it's substantially less impressive through the eyes of a 22 year old. The rides were fine, the lines were short, the weather was nice. All in all it was a fair enough time.
Back to reality.
Teaching, teaching, teaching. Apparently it's all I talk about nowadays. Lessons have been up and down. The lesson part I seem to do well with, but the teaching tends to be a bit more shaky. The kids are their usually selves, stubborn, tired and moody. I find myself trying to be a better teacher, but glossing over the kids in the process.
Today was my last day teaching new material. I remember three weeks ago when everything was so new and scary. Now everything is routine and scary. I've gotten past the point of blaming the program for using the students as guinea pigs. At this point I just want to be home or somewhere where I feel like I'm supposed to be.
I'm really going to miss (most) of the people here. When you spend five weeks with the same group of people, you inevitably get attached. In most cases, the people here are people I genuinely consider friends and will find it difficult waking up at 5 am without them.
It's been a long, strange journey here in the final days of institute. LA has not been a kind mistress to me and I can honestly say I won't miss it. I feel so disconnected from the world and what used to be my life that I'm ready to establish a new me. There still are a few more days, but I think I can handle myself until then.
Oh! and there was an mf-ing earthquake today at around 11:40. I had never been in one before. Everything just started to slide around and it seemed like all the molecules of the building had turned gelatinous. Chalk that one up to experience.
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