Neglectful

I've been neglecting my blog lately. I've been completely blank; I don't feel like I've had much to say, and the times I do have things to say, I don't feel like writing. Anyway, I'm going to make an honest attempt to blog more faithfully. So, today was pretty uneventful. Actually, the past several weeks have been pretty uneventful. It's snowing out, once again, proving to all us Spring-lovers that Winter indeed is still here. I'm working on an assignment for my Methods class called "My Culture". I have to write about my life, in a nutshell. How my family, my schooling, my neighborhood, my religion, and society has shaped me into who I am today and how all of these factors will influence my teaching. I thought this assignment would be a piece of cake- a personal narrative is one of the easiest things in the world to write- but it's been a real challenge for me! Maybe I can attribute it to my writer's block, or perhaps more simply just a lack of motivation. But, I think it's more than that. Digging up all these old memories and feelings, especially about my family, is not very much fun...at all. If I think about it, I realize that my life has been pretty damn depressing. Well, that's not totally true. I have been very blessed- I have a wonderful, healthy, brilliantly smart son, I'm healthy, I have a great family, and I'm fortunate enough to be graduating from college within the next few months. Life has been anything but a picnic, though. Oh well, it could always be worse, right? It's just frustrating for me though. I can write a 12 page paper symbolism or imagery, or whatever else, but to pour out a few pages about my history is proving difficult for me. Well, it's due tomorrow, so I guess I don't really have much of a choice at this point.
School's going pretty well this semester. I'm only taking three classes, plus the 100 hour internship at Sumner, so it's an easier load than what I'm used to. Just got an A on my History of the English Lanuage test. It was a bitch learning how to write using the IPA, but I guess the hours upon hours upon hours of studying paid off.
I've been thinking a lot lately about moving. I started checking out real estate in different cities. I know I want to live in a small suburb near an urban area (kind of like Webster and St. Louis), and I'd like to be in the South somewhere, mostly for the weather. I'd also like to be at least within a couple hour's drive to the beach. I want to teach urban kids, so that knocks out some of the places I was thinking of. I'm looking into Atlanta now. I've never been there, but it seems to have a lot of the amenities I'm looking for. I was born in Florida, so maybe heading back there would be an option as well. I'm from Orlando, but maybe Miami or Jacksonville would be good. I'm also looking into Charlotte, NC. I don't know. I have a lot to think about. Graduation will be here before I know it, and I need to have a plan.
Well, I better get started on this paper. I've procrastinated long enough. I do have a good start though; it's just difficult drudging up all these emotions I've suppressed for so long...