sweet, sweet employment

Okay, so I'm still employed, still a Miss.
Can I admit I was secretly hoping to not have my contract extended so I could bum around Europe, play the jambe and write haikus?
On second thought, I get to continue hanging out with my 8's who, recently, have been talking about staging protests, writing letters, signing petitions. Oh to be a 13-year-old activist. Those were the days. I would miss them terribly if I had to go. I'm thrilled to stay, just always curious as Kim said. I like that. It makes me feel less like the word I usually think: fickle.