I blew her off last night to hang out with Steph, Mary and Bridgette, so I felt bad...but she could tell I was tired, and somewhat sickly, so she said she'd just go hang out at Barnes and Noble instead.
I fell back asleep for very little time before niece-Zoe came yelling downstairs (before she realized I was asleep) to tell me that there was pizza for dinner if I was hungry.
I woke up, had dinner...pizza and orange juice. While eating, I typed up the show order for the curriculum dance show (complete with how many dancers start where and any special demands or occurrences). Then I filled out the rest of my Park District job application that Daddy said he'd turn in for me and finished signing all the Eastern housing papers and such.
I told Daddy that I'm leaning toward Eastern. I don't know if it's necessarily what I want, and I hope I'm not shooting myself in the foot...but at the same time, it seems to be the easier choice, the cheaper choice, the familiar choice. My sister went there, we know how the school works, it's small, it's affordable, I'm not going into a big scary major like "theatre" where the implications of a job after school seems unknown. I'm going into education. After schooling, I will be a teacher. Plain, simple, clear-cut.
I guess I feel as though I'm partially wussing out by taking this easy and safe route...but oh well. I mean, if we can't afford anything else, then I don't have much of a choice, do I? And I can be happy there. I can make myself be happy there.
I still have until mid-April before I must absolutely decide. But I shouldn't keep pushing it off.
Now I'm off to do as much English reading and Econ homework as I can handle...then showering and crashing. Or crashing and showering in the morning. We'll see.