My heart belongs to I.N.K.
2003-09-05 | 3:37 p.m.

It's been a great first week of The Path To A Career!

Today was hilarious. Actually, this whole week was hilarious, in general. It's so fun working with some of the people I graduated with every day. I wish I hadn't wasted time worrying about what some of them thought about me and just TALKED to them, because collectively we're all having a blast thus far.

Oh my GOD I just got more good news! There's this teacher I'm working with at a local highschool as a student teacher. Through some dumb outdated policy, I wasn't supposed to be able to work there with her, but this lady is the best of the fucking best.

Anyway, long story short, she told her principal to go to hell. Direct quote: "This girl is the best of the best, I will have her in my classroom, and no other, or else I'm not doing this at all."

Anyway, more good news: a whole bunch of people have been complimenting me on my tattoo lately. Tattoos are almost the norm these days, and I for one consider that to be fantastic. Who cares if it's a "trend"? It makes me feel better about myself, and I'm sure I'm not the only one. I have more confidence and yes, I feel unique. ANYHOW, yesterday two grade 12 girls approached me in the hallway of the school that I dance at in the morning, and I knew them from drama productions in previous years. One of them shyly asked me if she could see my tattoo, and they went nuts over it.

Location, location, location. She walked away raving to her friend about how she wanted a tattoo on her neck now. How flattering is that? :) Almost as flattering as the story Anita relayed to me over lunch at Subway (GO SUBWAY! Try the new Chipotle Steak and Cheese! It was so worth my Free Sub coupon.) She's taking a Grade 12 History class, and she overheard a bunch of younger kids talking about tattoos. One of them said "Sam just got a new tattoo, and it's awesome!" and they all asked her about it. Another one said "That's so cool! Man she's such a rock star!" And dude, they all AGREED!

A FUCKIN' ROCK STAR! I can die a happy lady.

Today I was sitting at a computer in the library with Marissa, and a group of young girls (15 or 16 years old) were whispering behind us. One of them recognized me from a dance class (do you see a trend here?) and, egged on by her friends, asked me if it was real or not. I said yes, it was real. I lifted my hair up higher to give them a better view, and they all oohed and aahed and I felt amazing.

Feeling amazing is great!

They said it was a really cute tattoo, and that they liked that it wasn't a typical heart (this one's blue with a trail of sorts). And again, they asked me ten thousand questions about getting it on the back of the neck. I told them it didn't hurt. I'm sure it did, but I had it so hyped up in my mind that nothing short of rabid monkeys with flaming steel claws could have hurt that much.

Okay enough tattoo talk. Well, one more thing. Marissa's pretty psyched to get one now, even though she's getting a butterfly. I convinced her to go with a tribal butterfly, and I redrew it so the antennae form an M. You know, for Marissa, dorks. It's gonna be hot. I'm getting a white (yeah, a white) music note on my inner left wrist, and once it heals I'm adding yellow rays of sunshine to it. Doesn't that sound tres Partridge Family? It'll be badass, trust me.

Well, it's Friday night, and I'm feeling sooooo right. I never thought the first week of me being an adult... well, not being a STUDENT, would go over so smoothly and fun. I hope it lasts.

Happy weekend!

-S

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