I thought I would do better at posting, but I have not. I am going to try better though.

After years of trying, I accepted a adjunct teaching postition at LeTourneau. The position is for the adult program, but it is a teaching position nevertheless. I am excited. My first class is next Tuesday. This class deals with Texas and the American West. There is a lot of information to cover, and I hope I can teach the material and not look like I am clueless.

Last week, Tim's mom house was broken into. For those that do not know it, I stay with here. They came in right after she left to go to work. The neighbor saw two guys with hoodies coming from the back of the house. They left when she saw them, but that was not before the made off with a lot of stuff. What makes me upset is that the neighbor did not call the police right then and there. I wish she had. These punks took off with the computer tower, the tv, the dvd/vcr combo, tim's unopened wet vac (his christmas gift from his sister), sheets and blankets, some of my clothes, an old cell phone, and some of Tim's mom's jewerly (that cannot be replaced). That first night no one slept. I know I was still awake at 4. Every little noise woke me up even the heat turning on and off. It has gotten better to sleep, but still the tiniest noises are waking me up. I am constantly checking over my shoulder making sure there is no one following me. I no longer feel safe there, and I am sure Tim's mom feels the same. Whenever these people get caught, I would like to give them a piece of my mind. I would also like them to pay for all these emotions and for taking away my feeling of being safe. It is going to take some time to not think about it while trying to fall asleep, but I am sure one day it will be just an incident that I do not dwell on.