Yes, I'm going to see a hypnotist. And I hope he looks like that picture. :) Well, I am probably going... it depends on if the crew wants to go because I just won't go see a hypnotist in a high school auditorium alone. But, I think the plan is on. Of course, someone (actually not me) thought this event would benefit from alcohol. Again, planning, but I hope we do slightly buzzed to see a hypnotist. This will still not encourage me to volunteer or allow myself to be volunteered. That's the kind of attention that would make me pee my pants. Still...
I got a little sentimental about being able to get a bit boozed up and go see some mass attended entertainment. I won't be able to do this once I'm an official teacher again. I believe it would be frowned upon. But we used to do it all the time at university. And I am going to celebrate the seemingly endless putting off of my adulthood by going to grad school by going to be the rowdy kids at a hypnotist.
I hope somebody acts like a chicken. That's what happens on all the cool sitcoms.
20 March 2006
Sweet.
Posted by Annika at 3:02 PM
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