I found an apartment today. I neglected to take pictures. It’s a duplex…a brick house with some elderly people in the apartment next door who are very friendly and might make me cookies or something. The landlord mows the grass, there’s great parking, and I have a very non-creepy outbuilding (which I don’t need because I don’t have to have a lawnmower). The house has 2 spacious bedrooms, a huge kitchen & dining room, and a living room. Oh, and a bathroom. The second bedroom will probably serve as a library 90% of the time.
After apartment looking, I met Chris, the principal of the school, and looked at the school. It is a small part of the bigger high school, and the students pretty much never associate with the rest of the school. It’s VERY elitist. Like, the most careful and purposeful elitism. He seems really great, and the school seems really great-right up my alley. But I can tell already that they are going to work my skinny white butt off. You know how, as above-average students in an average or below world, we don’t really have to work much to get good grades and demonstrate our above average abilities? The very nature of this school is to force kids like that to have to actually work.
There is a Sonic right across the street. Apparently they make pretty frequent school trips to the Sonic. I’m a-okay with that. The school has a wild hog. The principal hunts wild hogs for fun. Apparently he’s caught around 400 in the last year. Now I’m a little paranoid that I’ll just run into one…since they’re apparently so prevalent. He caught one and built a pen for it, and it lives right in the school courtyard beside the greenhouse. Before he was the principal, Chris built a planetarium for the school. So we have our own hog and planetarium.
I have to be down here August 4th. My summer has pretty much disappeared. I’ll be home this coming week, then gone a week for Naomi’s wedding, then gone a week for camp, then I will be packing up in the last week of July and moving first of August. Holythecrap.
After a whirlwind day of waking up at 5, driving 7 hours, touring the town with 2 different realtors, touring the school with the principal, and eating some steak, it’s off to sleep to drive back home tomorrow…
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