I really can't believe what just happened; I feel so bad for my sister. In my last post, I told you all that she potentially got this amazing nannying job this summer. Plans were being finalized, and things looked like they were going to work out perfectly. The family was from London, and they were coming over to edit a film. Then the woman, Sara(h) Wilson, was going to send my sister a check from which she was going to deduct her first months pay and wire the rest back to Sara(h)'s agent.

My dad started to think something was up. Who would let their one year old some be watched five days a week at a complete stranger's house? As it turns out, something was up.

At work this morning, My dad started talking to one of his co-workers about the situation: He thought something something was up too, so he started to check things out. The whole nanny job was a complete scam. The website my sister posted the ad on has recently had a lot of problems with this. My dad's boss look at the check, and there were numbers missing on the bottom. If my sister would have cashed the check, and sent to remaining amount to the agent, the check would have bounced. My sister would have have owed the bank a lot of money that she doesn't have.

We're so lucky we caught this when we did. I'm am so angry about this right now. This is another prime example of the depravity of human nature. You can't trust anyone, and I would really like to trust people. I trust people till they give me a reason not to. And my dad is reminding all of us that you have to be a little suspicious of people you meet.

Right now I'm putting off writing a paper on Uncle Tom's Cabin: I'm tired, and the creative juice just aren't flowing. This weekend has been a busy one. Saturday I had a competition, and right after my last dance I had to book it to Drama. We were practicing some of our dances in a studio, so we could see ourselves in the mirrors. The rehearsal was really fun; I'm just exhausted and sore.

For some reason I've been thinking about life after high school. It's probably because there's less then three months till school's done, SATs are coming, and since the summer is almost here, it's time to find a job. There are certain goals I've set for myself this summer: 1. Get a good paying job 2. Somehow make it to Tennessee. My sister potentially just got an amazing nannying job this summer, and I'm thinking about doing the same thing. I've been a nanny before, so it's right up my ally. Going to Tennessee serves two purposes, USIR is being held there this year, and it would give me a chance to meet P. (it's been awhile since I brought him up).

I'm considering being a live-in nanny because that would open up job opportunities, but we'll see what my parents think.

Now for what's been on my mind for a long time. I've always wanted to move somewhere different after college. It's time for a change, and I can always come back home if things really don't work out. I'm really thinking about moving to Texas. This is partly because my sister already lives there: At least I wont be so alone and helpless. Plus, I could live with her until I got settled down.

Why Texas? I really don't have any other reasons for going there of all places. It being warm there definitely helps. The idea just feels right. My parents wont exactly be thrilled, but I still have time to get things all figured out. I don't have to have everything planned out this second.