So I tried to get my Godiva hot chocolate yesterday but to my horror the Starbucks I visited did not carry it. Damn. There is only 1 S-Bucks in my area that has the stuff, the one that’s farthest away. Anyway I settled for a regular hot chocolate and ventured home to coach my kids.
In case I didn’t tell you, I coach a high school rifle team with my madre. Yes, the shooting kind of guns. If you’re interesting in what exactly we do, look no further. They pulled it out, we won 497-496 thanks in part to my favorite new shooter, Lady A. She’s great, and on a roll, this was her 3rd hundred. I’m a proud coach. I actually got down on the mat with a JV relay and shot a target, I did pretty well. A 99, out of 100. I was sorta hoping I’d do a little poorer, we have a few kids that I just can’t seem to coach out of their funk. One especially, D-Man, is so close and so frustrated that he doesn’t know what he’s doing wrong. He’ll do well in practice and then can’t preform in a match. I’m out of ideas on how to help him and it’s so frustrating to me. I want them all to succeed and I feel like I should be able to have the answers.
Coach rifle is different than other sports. In basketball or baseball you can take the kid and and say,”look, this is what you’re doing wrong. See how John swings the bat? That’s what it’s supposed to look like.” I can’t see what a kid can see through his sights. I can’t make him correct his sight picture or know if he’s tightening his muscles during his shoot. I can’t tell if he has too much eye strain or if he’s shaking from too much sugar. There’s so much that I have no control over. All I can say is, “This is what I did, this is how I succeeded, maybe it’ll work for you.”
And that’s not a whole lot. Plus, I’m not able to pick up on a lot of the subtleties because I’m not there all the time. I can only make Wednesday night practices and Thursday matches due to my silly Grad school schedule. It irritates me more than you can imagine.
Anyway, I didn’t get my Godiva. Until, right now. 
Yup the lovely AlexMac and I went to a multi-cultural (multi-culty) award dinner on campus and followed it up with a B&N trip so I could get my Godiva on. The multi-culty thing was pretty interesting, and the food was great (and free, which is why we went). I really enjoyed the eggplant stuffed with couscous, raisins and brown sugar. Yum. We talked about the usual stuff, sex, mutual friends, our plans for next year’s apartment, sex again.
I mentioned my recent purchases from a Passion Party had arrived…*warning the following contains explicit sex toy content, read at your own risk* and that, wow, I have been missing out. The vibrator I bought has FOUR different buttons, yes folks, two different functions at two different speeds. It also came with a warning label. I’ve seen more stars than TMZ in the past week. AMAZING.
I’d post a picture, but, I thought better of it. Instead I’ll let you in on my newest drugstore find…dry shampoo.
It worked amazing well for me tonight. I’m hooked.
So I mentioned we attended this multi-culty event, right? Well, borrowing the term from Lady O-to-the-Prah, I had an “Ah-Ha!” moment during the speaker’s address. I realized that no, I don’t just want my Ph.D. in Women’s Studies because “it’s something I want to do for myself” like I’ve been telling everyone. I want to be a professor. I want to be involved in a subject area that I love on a university level.
Currently I’m an unofficial TA for the W.S.101 class, the director of the Women’s Studies department at my university is one of my best friends so that’s how that works, and I love grading the papers for that class. I love seeing how opinions change and how passionate the discussions get. I’m a Feministing addict, I read women’s studies books in my spare time, I see ads and read posts on blogs and think, “Wow that would make a good paper topic…” in short, I live for this stuff. There’s a sort of comfort in knowing that I have some direction again. That I have a goal to strive for.
So my women’s studies goal list: 1) get an internship. I have a lot of women’s studies resume padding, but an internship would be a wonderful assest. 2) Get published. I’m presenting a paper at a conference in Binghamton in March, maybe I’ll look into getting that out somewhere. 3) Get accepted to a program. There are only 7 full-fledged W.S. Ph.D. programs in the country…most only take 3-5 applicants. Scary!
Whoa, sorry guys, didn’t mean to write a novella on you.
So, in short I had a lovely evening good times and Godiva hot chocolate were had by all.
