Once again, I apologize for the lack of updates. I feel like this blog has just been one giant excuse: "Sorry I don't have any pictures for you, but..." I swear I've been baking. I just haven't had a chance to a) bake anything new or b) take pictures of the things I've baked.
After the show ended, I spent the next week settling in (mentally) to my new job. Yes, friends, I have been asked to take over the Olympic Heights High School drama department next year. I am so honored to have been given such incredible responsibility--and to know that I've earned the trust and respect of a wonderful faculty and administration. Needless to say, however, with great responsibility comes great panic attacks.
So I'm getting next year ready now. I've been trying to write curricula for the 4 different classes I will be teaching, picking the fall play and the spring musical, and putting together materials for the Thespian competition. Speaking of which, my amazing sister is starring in her high school's production of Little Shop of Horrors on the main stage at this year's State Thespian competition. I'm pretty proud of that kid--she's off to college this summer, and I'm praying that she'll consider the B.F.A. program, because she is damn talented. (I hope you're reading this, Ari!)
Anyway. So I've been working my tail off to get my stuff together and ready for next year--and even next week, because I'm moving back home tomorrow after graduation, and I'll be skulking around the school, trying to get my feet wet before the semester ends.*
Speaking of which: graduation.
I am not ready for that one. I have only been in college for three years--and only here at the University of Florida for one. I went to pick up my honor cords today, and it's official: I'm summa cum laude. 4.0. I still don't think I've actually learned anything, but hey. I'm out of here. I don't know if I can deal with that.
In any case, I'm going to spend my last night here with my friends, eating Better Than Chocolate Chip Cinnamon Coffeecake Muffins and pretending that I don't have to say goodbye.
I'll be back in the kitchen--my dad's kitchen--on Monday.
*By the way, I'm not Kay anymore...My students have to call me Ms. P. That's gonna be weird. Gee Whiz. I'm not sure how I feel about this "being a grown up" thing.