Sinto saudades de 'homework'

I didn't think I would miss school this much, but I totally do. I miss assignments and homework and class discussions on psychology terms and theories. I miss the conversations with my classmates. Even though I did not know any of them on any sort of personal level, the connection between us as students and our passion for psychology made me feel like they were kindred spirits. I do have wonderful friends to talk with and Eddie has always humored my psycho babble, but I know he believes most of it to be "fake Freudian stuff" and several of my friends have made the same comment. If there are any psychology lovers out there, please find me. I need the interaction.

A Standard of Truth

Last Thursday, I was at my husband's soccer game, as usual, and I encountered several individuals whom were not among the regulars. These guys, who were about my age, were cheering on a friend of theirs who also plays on Ed's team. At first, their cheers were happy and excited, but it appears that they soon got bored with that and they began to yell more obscene comments, jokes, inuendos, and cursings. These shoutings became worse as the night went on. My friends that I usually sit with rolled their eyes and quietly stated how annoying it was. During the last 15 minutes of the last game, I realized I couldn't stand listening to it anymore; my son was listening to it as were other families that were sitting nearby.

I turned to the group and said, "Im sorry, but some of us really don't appreciate your perverse comments and swearing. Please stop." They immediately denied saying anything wrong, but were silent for several minutes after my rebuke. Then the mocking began: "Hey, kick their heiney... oh, can we say that? Oh it might be a bad word.""Can we say butt?""No, that's oh-ffen-sive...haha...""People are such prudes." It continued the remainder of the game. I was so flustered and upset by that point that I couldn't even say anything and left immediately following the game.

I was so surprised by their audaciousness. How can they be that disrespectful? There were families there; one of yellers had his son with him. I guess what surprised me the most was that no one else said anything. No one agreed with me or supported me. No one said anything while they mocked me for 15 minutes straight. Not even my friends. No one. I felt so alone that night though I was surrounded by people I sit with every week. How can that be?

To move or not to move...

Eddie and I have been debating for a year and a half now whether or not we should move to Texas or not. We had planned to leave last December, but situational circumstances prohibited our departure. Now we are faced again with the choice: Do we move? I have just graduated and can get a job that will support the family while Eddie goes back to school to finish his degree. The question is: do I get a job here or in Texas? While speaking to my in-laws the other day about "the signs of the time," I realized that our 25 year plan might not happen the way we have planned it. Do we have that much time? They advised us to seriously pray about where we should relocate our family for such a decision could have giant effects. I know that I do not want to stay here. I do not feel that Phoenix is the place for our family to grow. But is Texas the right one?