Candy and an Essay

Although I have thought many a time of creating a new post over the last year, I haven't. Until now. Why now? I'm on winter vacation. And I have to write a big-ass essay. Le français est-il seulement la langue des français? Is French the language of only the French? 1200 - 2400 words. I have 425. Why do I have to write about French? Because, silly me, after 16 years of school I'm not quite ready to be done, so I'm going on for a Master's. That looks a little intimidating written out. But my preferred college requires a damn essay with the application and 2-hour online placement test. I really don't see the need for a sizable essay as well as a placement test, but they decide who goes, so I do what I'm told.
Unfortunately I'm a horrible procrastinator and decided to write a blog when I should in fact be trying to punch out another 10 or so words tonight. I'll blame work. I've somewhat recently come to almost hate my job, and I get excited just knowing that someday this year I'll hopefully be quitting. I come home nearly every day tired and road-raging and angry. I hate customers, I hate driving there and back, the job has nothing to do with what I'm trying to do with my life, and some of the higher ups piss me off a lot. But anyways...
I'm getting excited, nervous and dreadful as the days pass. I'm student teaching this semester, and my practicum time spent in the high school where I'll be was not the best of times for me. My cooperating teacher is a native speaker, which kind of scares the hell out of me and makes me all nervous. Plus most of the kids are my height or taller, and they're high schoolers. I hated highschoolers when I was in high school, but at least I was there with everything. Now I feel like I'm far enough away to not get the trends and shit, but too close to observe them objectively. Maybe it's just the town I'm in, but what the hell are they thinking with their clothes and hair. I can't begin to explain. But again, I've never really been up on fashion and have always preferred what I think looks nice on me and what I'm comfortable in. There are a few styles out there that I could totally rock...but it's not me, so I don't even try. Another thing, the world language teachers live on a teacher's salary (not that great but amazing compared to a part-time job), and so they all shop at some semi-expensive store. So I just went out and blew over $100 because I've never seen them wear the same thing more than twice, and I could get 3 -4 weeks out of my wardrobe. And while at JCPenney's, I was jumping up and down on the inside to find some nice sweaters for $10 and khaki's for $20. Who the hell can afford $60 shirts? Not me.
So in other words, I feel a little intimidated at this high school, so I'm coming to dread going back a little bit and having to take over. Or trying to, seeing as last semester I never really got the opportunity to. Luckily I'm starting during mid-terms so I'll be there when they start new material, which I'm looking at as a good thing. And at some point I can tell my cooperating teacher to take a hike for a period or three.
Totally random subject change...The church near my house is playing 'O Holy Night' on it's bells. I'm assuming they're electronic. It's nice that they play music though, I like hearing Christmas-time songs once a night after Christmas. As long as it's winter I'm up for decorations and trees and wreaths. It makes freezing your ass off a little less...bitter and highly fucking annoying. I hate winter, by they way.
It's now after 9 and I really should attempt something for my essay. I'm really not sure if I'll make the 1200 words, so I may have to go back and split up sentences and add some nice fluff, which is much easier to do in one's native language, but I'm not bad at it in French. I guess that's why I'm going for a Master's though.