Continuing Education

I watched Pedro Almodovar's Bad Education last night and, while it was better than most cinema out there, it wasn't my favorite of his films. That said, it's always fun to see the art direction, costuming, melodrama, and cinematic choices Almodovar makes. Plus, his actors are always great, and usually hot.

OK: I teach 5 classes a week, I currently take 5 classes a week, and I manage 150 classes a week. I just signed up Lois, my dog, and I to take yet another class starting next week (Pet Dog Training 201 at the Anti-Cruelty Society), which will make it 6 classes a week, and I also want to learn tennis this summer, which might break the bank at 7 classes. I'm also still hoping to finish my darn Bachelor's degree — in order to be able to go to grad school someday — which is going to be more classes, ad nauseum.

Part of me is all for this. It's essential to contine to learn. And god knows I need all kinds of improvements — clearly the world thinks this, too, because I don't exactly have men clamoring for my attention, or a family, or a home, or a fancy (or really even decent) job, or lots of people wanting to hang out with me.

The other part of me, though, sorta quietly whispers every once in a while, 'Can I stop now?' Someday, I just want to read fiction and comic books and watch movies and paint and draw and ride my bike around and make food and listen to music and kiss a guy I like. And not learn a thing, unless by accident...