I got "hot feet"

As this semester seems to dissipate, I am at a loss. A bunch of my really close friends have either graduated or will graduate and although I am so proud of them, I am super jealous of them too. I have 20 credits left before I get to student teach next spring. So not only am I jealous that my buddies are done with school- no more papers, presentations, exams... (Im sure they will miss it)- I am jealous because everyone seems to know what their futures entail. Hillary, Tiffany, Courtney, and Aimee are all getting married sometime in the next 8 months. Most of them know where their new lives will be. Jessica has so many options because she has connections all over and everyone seems to want to help her find a job! I am sure that each one of them will do great with whatever the future brings.

...But then there is me. I have "hot feet" and just feel the need to get away. From

what? Who knows... but I have to go somewhere. My latest idea of student teaching abroad in Ireland has been shot down not just by my peers that want to keep me around (sorry guys, that wouldn't have stopped me) but by my advisor who has a beard like Poseidon (see picture) which in turn gives him credibility in my book... and maybe thats because if I don't listen to his wise ideas, his trident would smite me down. Okay, maybe not, but I still think he is right.

Then I was planning on driving cross country with Holly from Monterey,California to Jacksonville, FL to deliver her unto her lover, Sir Nathan Von IdealisticBoyfriend. Guess what got in the way? ... 3 of the 20 credits I have left in the disguise of a Physics course. So that puts me right back in this apartment in humble Winona, Mn. Great. (Not that Winona is a bad place, I really like it here... but like I said before, I NEED to be somewhere else for a while.)

Of course none of my friends have money to go on the cruises that I have been looking up online because they are saving for their brilliant futures that lie ahead... rightly so. But its wishful thinking.

I am happy for all of my friends, I'm just dwelling on the fact that my "feet are hot" and my heart seems to be in another place. My idea for change, a tattoo, was quickly shot down by my mother who would- with use of the Italian threat I have heard so often- cut it off with a butchers knife... or break my knee caps and eventually let me sleep with the fishes.

Who knows, maybe I'll get my vacation in sometime this summer. But if not, dear friends that will be out of town or out of state, expect me on your sofas come fall because by then I am sure I will have a greater need to get away or go somewhere.

Let finals begin... ugh

Cheers!

-Vinny