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Coming soon: more work from someone creative, ambitious, and determined - often called a variant of insane/crazy. Notes: Genderfluid. Preferred pronouns (they/them) [& denotes married couples] Immediate Family: soon-to-be-ex-Dilbert, Tempest, Dogbert My Extended Family: (s)Dad, cousins (K, D, G, J, F, N) I guess it's good to be on speaking terms with someone. Voluntarily. AuntS Dilbert's Extended Family: SIL (+5 kids)& BIL, FIL's gf (only for holidays, mostly) Important People I Don't See Enough: Owl + Partner, Paradise ICON crew (which owl is a part of) People I've Known a Long Time/Long Distance: Doc & [husband], Sheer & DocSheer, Mrs. Light & [husband], Trillium & Diego (not married but close enough), Steph Local People: MotherDroid, Owl&Partner ... There are about to be new people on this list, because, well, I'm evolving. And it hurts. DnD: used letters, S (DM), D(doctor), Y(because I like him!), K(old RPGer friend who also attends church), P(church guy who does game night and is local and our families are also friends), A (went to church but moved back to Chicago, moved back locally then i moved) Tempest's friends: I don't know very many of her local friends. She's got an internet buddy who also talks to CousinK's younger daughter. the younger daughter is DRAMA. Dogbert's friends: Has a new group of friends based on a Pokemon thing and they have a DnD club at school and outside of school. Lucky kid! |
I'm having a frustrating day as far as the new washer is concerned.  Don't call me and say you'll be there between 2 and 4 (instead of 12 to 4) if you're clearly going to show up before 1pm.  I'm excited for krav tonight because I'm testing and because one of my writer buddies is coming to try it out. Kali left me with new bruises- most of my right arm is bruised at this point from some combat sparring within the last month. Newest one is the top of my right ring finger. Ouch! Another one got yelled at for hitting me too hard. I admit we're a bunch of ham-fisted loons, but it's a little out of hand. However, Kali also gave me the opportunity to spar with the 2014 world champ for tae kwon do with the stick!! That was fun and i'd totally do it again with her. Someone needs to ask the question: How do you hit fast without the strong force behind it that is making so many bruises on my arm? First day of summer with the kids: Went biking with Photogirl and her girls. Taught one class AND found a spot for Tempest among the kids where she was semi-supervised and felt safe but not where she wasn't allowed to go, then saw G and her mom at the park (which might have been why i missed the stupid delivery people but we can't stay inside forever and they said 2!), and T read books while at the Y so I just should lean on Dogbert to do a bit of homework, too, but my head hurts. G didn't have enough of a visit with Tempest, so T went to G's house. Dogbert was frustrated, then. And i hate that, but he can't always be friends with her friends. That's a struggle, too, for all of us. # This person is seriously not having as frustrating a day as me, because of course once i got delivery rescheduled for tomorrow Dilbert came home and wanted to understand via the spanish inquisition. Why is he home early TODAY?! "I'm not leaving this garage until that tiny furry creature leaves." I surveyed the three-car space with the extras stacked neatly along the sides. There was no place for those things inside my domain, and I had seen it out of the corner of my eye- a fast-moving blur of brown over the beige carpet runner that kept my shoe-dirt outside the house. My girlfriend laughed - but everything's funnier over the phone when you don't actually have to face off against a four-legged critter who always runs the wrong way from the great outdoors. "Stupid thing. Why won't you leave?" I approached it again, sideways to the door, hoping. "Maybe she has babies." I groaned inside. I didn't want to think about the thing guarding its young. There was no food in my garage. There shouldn't be nesting materials. There ought to be no critters. "That's not funny." And i hung up on her before she could respond. How much stuff would I have to remove from the garage before I urged it to take the run for the sun? I slumped onto the top step with the garage door wide open. Maybe all it needed was a little bit of time. The delivery people were supposed to arrive between two and four, and it was only one thirty. I didn't want to tear apart the entire garage before the guys came through with my new dryer. And I needed my new dryer. I've never known anyone to order a household appliance while the old one was still working, and I was no exception. I had hung all of the clothes that hadn't gotten dried the last time I washed a load, and I had ordered the new dryer. I was running out of clothes and I hated how they line-dried. Everything was stiff and hard and I couldn't even get my jeans on for work. "Knock knock." Old Mrs. Brass from next door pretended to knock on the open garage door. "You're home early. Did you miss the delivery truck?" She held a yellow sign in her hand. "No. They'll be here between two and four." It couldn't be. But Mrs. Brass toddled toward me, her cane in one hand but leaning more heavily on it than usual. "It's a lovely day today. You should get out and enjoy it." The words were written clearly on the note. They had arrived at 12:05. I blinked, blinked again, but the numbers didn't change. "They were supposed to call me." I checked my cell, and nothing. "Sorry, I have to fix this." "That's fine, dear." Mrs. Brass got too close to the edge where my tiny furry creature was hiding and it took off across the garage to another safe haven that wasn't outside. "Was that a mouse? Oh my!" "Thank you, Mrs. Brass." I didn't even bother turning around. I had to get that dryer. The creature could wait until I had that much handled. I hadn't planned on emptying the garage tonight, but since I was home early... |
| sometimes, it's hard to tell. Like spending 2 hours in front of a screen working on a yoga blurb and getting nowhere. I feel like I don't even have words to say it even though I just want to describe the class I want to be teaching. |
| In some ways I'm fighting myself in class - even if it is just the image of this small girl who can't cause an issue to someone who is strong, powerful, and knowledgeable. The internal views are not lining up, but I'm working on it. I'm more bruised this week- it's the third week in a row I've brought home bruises. I'm also called insane because I don't just try to hit once or twice with the padded combat weapon (the source of bruising for two of those three weeks) - but I keep swinging. Sometimes I connect and sometimes I don't. but I don't stop. Half of them wear shirts for Kali saying "always my turn" so i don't understand how this is foreign to them. I'm also searching for a way around this trigger that makes alarm bells go off in my brain. And I know I'm going to manage - I got ideas from my therapist and my friend the yoga therapist. So i'll be implementing that as much as I can. I don't want these things to trigger and I don't want to be still suffering from things that happened that I don't properly recall and that shouldn't ever happen again. Trauma sucks, but at some point you have to move beyond it. That there are stages to getting beyond it, and it takes years. Therapist's words keep coming back to me about how you have the problems that you own. So I refuse to own this label of being a victim. Because I am not a victim. I don't have to be, no matter what happens. |
| Received the piece of paper that is my knowledge test for the first belt (orange) for Krav Maga. Also have a host of new injuries to show how I'm progressing: last week it was a wrist bruise from a padded stick in kali that bloomed in krav while we practiced hammerfists. This week I pushed over a girl in a stress drill. It was only her second day, and while she is near my size she's nowhere near my muscle class. I totally didn't mean to, but she got knocked over just the same. Then my partner, in a different drill, overpowered me (running backward) to step into someone's helmet and i scraped my arm against the I-beam (at least I didn't break the window). And i kept going. Later I rolled my big toe under my foot a bit while runningish. Still aches, but the yoga therapist did confirm it isn't broken this morning. I didn't think so, but it is bothering me a bit. Workout partner called me strong. Instructor from krav agreed with my 'feisty' assessment of myself from another time. The pretty boy said my arms were more solid than his (i'm not sure about that, but i won't bulk up so my arms are corded muscle and tight along the bones). There was one other girl there on Thursday, and I really felt her punches through the bag. So it made me wonder if people feel mine that way. I don't look on myself as that tough. I'm worried I won't make it through my physical 5.5 minute test. I'm also thinking about how, through yoga, to shut down the stress response when the test is done. I think I can do that, but it also might hurt a little. Getting used to have a new fitness style smart watch. Put together my U-wing lego set for mother's day. The kids picked out cookbooks for me but they won't eat anything out of them. Dogbert's dance recital was awesome and Tempest's late birthday party is sunday. School is only in session 7 more days (and i keep getting corrected for the last day to be a half day, but honestly if I get some time away it counts). There's a training in June with one of the guys from the yoga festival that I liked, and I'm going to see if I can possibly sign up for that. 15 CEUs for a very reasonable price. Then he's returning in 2018 for up to 500 hr RYT. And... I might have to see if I can do that. To which the yoga therapist said she and my teacher for the other training would be doing a similar one also in 2018. I'm torn, because I do so appreciate my yoga therapist friend and I do also appreciate this new yoga dude. And my last mentor teacher is great but she's also seriously in her own zone, and i need to find a way out of it. But between the books and the teaching and my own practice, I am on my way. I feel like I have something that's calling me, but I'm just not exactly sure where I'm going every time. |
| A guy tried to hug me in Krav on Tuesday night. He's okay, awkward like engineers tend to be, and it's not the first time. It is the first time I punched him in response instead of letting it happen. I hope he gets the unsubtle hint when I tell him I don't want to be hugged and I kept my fists up. Oddly I think this was something more internal within me than external toward him shifting at that moment. And since then I've been thinking about it, and I've been thinking about the angel card reading I got on Sunday at the yoga festival, and then to a thing that happened Thursday... One at a time: I saw the guy again on Wednesday, and he seemed normal. Didn't try anything, and that's' okay with me. Had a partner who kept talking about how I looked like I was gonna kill somebody, and I did tell him I wasn't angry. But since Tuesday, I just think if he tries to hug me again, I'll just hit him harder. I have that in me, and the power of consent is a huge deal - which is also the reason I now have playing cards as part of my set for yoga stuff: someone wasn't okay with my adjustment of her on Monday, and I feel awful about it. I knew I needed to add that to my yoga classes, and I had talked with a yoga therapist on several occasions about it, but I had not actually taken that step to implement it - until this incident. My angel card reading said to cleanse the aura, which I did when I got home from the festival - and while it wasn't exactly as they outlined, I have felt so much lighter since. I haven't gotten to the part of clear the path (which means getting rid of things that no longer have value to me even if they have material value), but I did add to the pile of clothes to be donated. The last one says Let Go. Somehow I instinctively know what that means even though I thought I've been doing just that for a long time. I've been facing long-lost history since I started Krav Maga. It's like I ripped a bunch of scars open to find that they hadn't really healed, just closed over the gaping wounds and something festered underneath. Which is probably why I hit that guy. And I still believe he deserves it. On to Thursday: we're practicing getting out of headlocks from the back all week. And my partner is a much-older man, probably older enough to be my father, guess 70s? He's bent over and he's not flexible at all. I only learned his name on Thursday, and when he puts me in that headlock, I am stuck. His weight feels to lean against my upper back/shoulders. I can't drop my weight without hurting him (I flung a guy that way on Tuesday, but he caught himself on his hands because he's inflexible but younger enough to manage, likely around my age?) I even went to my knees once, but I couldn't loose that weight from me. He also wasn't choking me, but rather wrapping an arm around my front shoulders - which really wasn't how it was supposed to go. So I brought it down to my knees. Still, he leaned on me. Then he (un)helpfully reminded me I was kicking with the wrong leg.  If you'd done your damn job with the headlock, I wouldn't be struggling with the release. Case in point: during the stress drill, I had to hit a bag and my instructor (since my group was one short) was doing the headlock. And I released just fine from that each time, or I'm certain he would have said something. I talked to my counselor on Friday morning, and she asked, "What did he trigger?" And that question cinched it. It triggered something. But I still don't have a clue what it is that he triggered. Only that I'm not okay in that instance. And now I have to chew over what to tell the instructor - because I think I need to mention this. There's a lot that happens at Krav that maybe shouldn't- that might trigger people - like when a guy will come over and put me in a headlock without me really seeing him come up behind me. The brit did that, and I am fine. It may have triggered many people. but he didn't lean on me at all, and I came back from that without losing my cool. I think my Tuesday shift is helping work toward that letting go, but the Thursday trigger revelation needs a bunch of work. I knew Krav Maga would be a mental strain, but it's interesting how specific this is. Maybe someone else will help me put those pieces together. Last piece from krav this week - one of the guys that I like (we'll call him The Pretty One, because he's 22, has muscles in all the right places, and has a pleasing face plus he treats me like a fellow human and not a lesser woman) expressed that he was uncomfortable because of the girls staring at him when he went to that yoga class, like once? and I told him it was the same for a girl to go to krav. He didn't believe me, but I am going to bring that around to discuss the point. I think it's worth it. I also mentioned to the guys (he is one) who stretch with me after class, that I found it very interesting who chose to join me. They're the young ones (14, 18, 22, and the newest is around 30, the guy who hugged me joined us once only and is 29). The 14 year old piped up that i gave them yoga for free when it was what I did for a job. And i explained, sort of, that i used yoga poses to stretch but yoga was more. And it's hard to quantify to someone who hasn't done it. And the instructor chimed in: that we'd be there another hour to do yoga. (He's done it in the past, so he gets it. Plus he's never given me trouble about why I'm at Krav despite being a yoga teacher and at least supposedly bound by nonviolence. No wonder I like the dude, right?) I also want to ask him if he's tested any other girl for any other belt except the one who is in advanced krav - and there's only one. I think the answer will be interesting. Still reading The Body Keeps the Score, and it is also troubling my head over things I cannot change. But I also can't just leave it alone because I really, really want to understand it. |
| I'm tired. I looked back when the latest entry was- and the woman with the abusive husband didn't come back. A lot of the women don't come back. I have 19 hours into Krav Maga and 6 into Kali. Have two pair of sticks and a practice blade and two pair of workable gloves. But I am not what I do. Attended a yoga festival this weekend, and it was a heart-full experience. I met several interesting gurus and I learned a great deal. I also may have figured out where one of my disconnects is, though I'm not entirely certain where to connect it. I managed to register my 200 hr RYT through the yoga alliance before I went to get my CEUs - so I logged both the continuing education and the current teaching hours. Yoga Alliance uses a 3 year cycle but a yearly registration. Weird, but whatever. In my 3 year rotation I need 45 teaching hours and 30 continuing education hours that fall within one of their categories. (I wish they'd printed the category on the certificate, but I'm doing the best I can.) Currently at 94 teaching hours (since December) and 5 CE hours. My training was about making yoga accessible to all - using whatever tools to make that necessary. That was good, and I'm thinking about branding my saturday class toward accessibility. But the other workshops I took were about philosophy of yoga and about the body and the brain and stress. It's a lot to take in all at once. I think I felt more connected after my first training - all on my own - than the second. So I will need to seek out something to help bring that in line. I do have more tools to think about mantras and mudras. I'm still reading a trauma and stress book for the yoga book club, and I think I might ask the yoga therapist for other things. I'm not sure, but she might be able to help me find it. I did an angel card reading, though I was generally not interested in it at first. I did it after Yoga Nidra (the sleep of awakening) and that might have been a mistake. I felt weird after it, and part of it was my leg spasmed (apparently lacking in sleep means you can't lie still for half an hour on the mat). But I will be practicing that when I get the file. One of the side effects might mean I need less sleep, and since I'm not getting enough, maybe that'll help. The angel card reading was seriously directed: Aura cleanse, clear the path, let go. I found it interesting that I needed to clear my aura, my energies, after all of that yoga stuff. But maybe that was part of what happened after the yoga nidra and the feeling odd. Clear the path is to literally clean up things - which Dilbert will be happy about. I've noticed I've got a lot of clutter. And it's about getting rid of things that don't mean anything to me even if they have material value. Which doesn't account for the new stuff I'm bringing home from the festival: hand-hammered tibetan singing bowl, marma stick, mudra book, and therapy balls. Also ordering a mala (okay, two) and another book if I can find a way to get my hands on it. Plus my doterra yoga buddy explained some things that might be helpful in my life. I asked about an essential oils handbook that isn't connected to the essential oil companies, but she couldn't recommend one. But she and I are planning on going to the yoga festival again next year. We traveled together okay. Again, I am not what I do, but the yoga philosophy does tend to change people. I was sort of amazed that one of the teachers was six weeks older than me. I expected an older woman because she has so many amazing qualities to teach to others. Yoga teachers just don't quite age like everyone else, and she is of Indian descent, so I thought she could easily be older and just look young. Silly me. Also trying to bring myself back into writing, editing, and those things. I feel a little split on this idea, and I'm not sure what to do about it. It's easy to fill in extra time with the duolingo and not pull out my edits for ten minutes where I wouldn't get a lot done - and then i didn't pull it out at all in a month. (The bronchitis at the end didn't help at all.) So: Finding direction in what to study, when to study, and how to fit it all in. |
| whatever else he may do, dilbert doesn't hit me. the newest girl to krav has an abusive husband. she was my partner tonight, arranged in advance like we never do, to help ease her into it. tough night. i went full pep talk mode. i hope it helped. |
| I feel like I ought to protest more, but I've been bogged down lately. It's not easy. The last two times I've gone to Krav, I've been the only girl. There have been four others, but I haven't seen them lately. I've missed a lot of classes, though. My partner last night, J, was interesting. He is probably younger than me, in good physical condition (attended a boot camp style thing for the last year), and does interior design and carpentry. Also mentioned a concealed carry license because he doesn't want bad things to happen. Funny, that's the reason I don't own a gun. But he asked me why I came to Krav, and he's the first to do so. I answered I was looking for something different, which was true. He understood enough about yoga when I explained the nonviolence thing, so that was something. And it seemed like the teacher was asking - maybe cause J was new - whether I liked him. I said I did, and I would be his partner again if that worked out. J immediately jumped on that with 'dibs' for me next time. I didn't expect that. A few of the guys outmass me by maybe twice. When they punch a bag I'm holding I struggle to even keep it in my hands. They're nice enough, but they also understand my physical struggle. I'm not a quitter, though, and I don't let go. I also realize i'm not strong enough to give them a challenge. I try. I feel like I'm more matched to a guy like J. He's near my size. J asked a few times during the choke drill how I was doing. I don't know what was on my face. It's a hard thing, and I struggle to break the hold and i struggle to gain side control. But I get better with practice. Just like everything, right? So I'm not exactly on strike today. But I'll wear red. A Day Without a Woman is a complicated strike, since women aren't all able to do this. IF I just didn't show up to my job I could get fired. (I work tonight at the Y - but almost all the people who come to this class right now are women. So isn't that simply punishing the people who need it?) My workout partner also texted me last night that he was open today, so I'm going to try to meet him, too. As if my hips hadn't had enough of a workout - i taught three classes Monday and Tuesday with some hip emphasis in each and I'm tired and sore. Plus I went to the studio for a class with my teacher-trainer, and krav. Still sore today. Whee! But more in my arms after Krav even though I still feel the hips. Dilbert was sick at home Monday and only managing the pain since.  I worry about him sometimes. But I also have accepted that i cannot fix him, and for the most part i let him do what he will. Especially after that damn nagging comment a few weeks ago. I DO NOT NAG. Sent Two Tails to Shimmer, and I'm about to send Motherhood Anonymous out- but it needs an actual title. So of course I have another similar idea about a transgenderish baby today. |
| I need your attention. I don't feel like I have been clear enough, and I need this to be understood. There are too many people in this class. In January, many fitness instructors are ready for that push of people who want to try new fitness routines and want to get back to the gym, and that generally slacks off sometime by mid-February. The thing I had to remind myself is that this isn't a typical fitness class. We have different goals, and that is one of the things that I really like about the class. However, when we hit mid-February and I counted 60 filled chairs in the room (not including mine) - there was an alarm going off in my head. I can't see all of you, and you can't see me. You can still hear me, but I see many heads straining to move to get their line of sight to know what we're doing. This breaks my basic contract for a yoga class. You have to see me, and I have to see you. So what I do is I start thinking about ways to fix my problem. I've been reminded that when the weather is nice outside that you won't fill my class so much, but I am not able to wait. My stress level to try to teach this class is too high, and so there is going to be some responsibility on the rest of you to see what changes can be made. I haven't phrased it this way to you yet, and I think some of you believe that the gym is an option - a space where you might be able to see me but I still won't be able to see you. Plus there will be the added trouble of sound. I might be able to wear a mike but I am not comfortable with it and I refuse to move to the gym for my own peace of mind. Don't you remember how much you hated the gym last year? The reason we HAD to move into the quiet space of the MPR? There are going to be children for camp soon- probably during spring break March 13th and I invite you to go sit in the gym while they're in there and see how class might go on the other side of the curtain. I invite you to go stand in the gym now during the time you think class might be and see how it feels with ambient noise. I won't go. I have a few solutions to this problem, and none of them is perfect. One option that I'm willing to try is to open a second class at a less-than-optimal time when there is plenty of room to spread out. I chose 1pm because I knew there weren't any conflicts and because I could get lunch before I needed to return to the Y, plus I can still pick up my kids from school on time, if barely. I'm not sure it's a long-term solution, but it's an experiment. What i have learned so far is that it won't be enough to relieve the pressure, so after the four weeks (this is week 2) I am not sure I will continue it at this time. I think the number i need is 25, and I have 12 projected. If this fails, I have two other options. One is to put a sign marked "full" on the door and police it accordingly. This class will not become first come first serve, but I will put priority to those who did not get to come to class the previous time it was held by me. I feel that is the fairest way for everyone to have equal access to the class, and I hate seeing people line up half an hour or more before a class begins. My only other option is to quit this program. But when I taught last week, I had 52 in one class and 4 in the other. The class of 52 is straining my nerves, and the class of 4 was a joy. I could talk to each of them, I could learn their names, and I could gear the class toward their needs. You know I'm not in this for the money and I don't get paid enough to make it about the money. So when I lose my joy in the class and my joy in showing up and being there - I have a serious problem. When I hear your complaints, I hear you thinking about yourselves. You're not hearing my issues and you need to understand that this issue is about me, not about how far your chairs are apart and that you have to stagger them to get enough room. Technically, the fourth option is to get another instructor in the class, but class will be held in the MPR. It is the only large, quiet place that doesn't require stairs or elevators to get to the chairs and the only reasonable place to hold this class on a regular basis in this building. With a second instructor, I could see this class holding perhaps 50 or 60 instead of 35, but I do not know who that instructor would be or who might be interested in it, which also limits my effectiveness to implement this option. If one of you wants to step up and choose to help me and get trained enough to support me, that is another option we can consider. If none of you is able to choose that, stop asking - because there is not a thing I can do to change anyone outside of myself, as the signup sheet for this class has shown. Finally, I am extremely thankful to have [my supervisor]'s support in these choices, because I have had other supervisors who would not have understood my issues recently. She's allowed me to run the experiment for the 1pm class and she's helped me understand all the choices and what might be done going forward. |
| And some people say it isn't a problem. They're wrong. My chair yoga class has exploded recently. I remember not too long ago when I hit 40, and that was a record. Last week I hit 60, and I'm not amused. They love me. They think my class is the best - and the other instructor (whom I recently had the opportunity to sub for) has a similar but not as terrible problem at 42. While I absolutely love that there are people who want to do the chair yoga with me... *sighs* we just can't have nice things. Silver sneakers caps the class per instructor at 35. Having taught a class about 35, I can say that's probably a good maximum. I can see them. They can see me. But numbers quickly rose in the beginning of this year to 50s and then 60. Now I can't see them, and they can't see me. They're starting to get crowded in this huge room where I teach. So someone pipes up about wanting to move into the gym for more room, and to put me up on a platform to see me. Okay, we were in the gym during the construction. They hated the noise. They complained so much that the Thursday instructor had to quit so that someone else could handle the class in the closed room where they are now. Some option. So i had planted this idea, and it's met with some response from several people that maybe would work. And I opened a 1 pm class with a four week window today, to see if it had merit. I had 52 in my 10:30 class and 4 in my 1pm class. The 1pm class was much more fun for me. I think that helped me realize that the extra people do stress me out a bit. I don't know them as well. They're semi-familiar faces without even names attached in many cases. I have a sign-up sheet with 8 other names of people who want to take the 1pm option. Out of the 56 I saw today - only 12. (13 if you count the one guy who went home and told his wife and she apparently told him otherwise. He came back to apologize. Poor, poor old man.) I wanted to get the class to split themselves in half. I wanted them to understand I can't handle this size. Some of them asked, and I told them the other option is to put a sign on the door when the class is full and to turn others away - and that isn't what I want to do. But it got them to really think about who might be able to do the 1pm option. I realized writing this that my other option to explain to them, if it continues to be a bother, is I can quit and it can be someone else's problem. Maybe that will explain to them the gravity of what's going on. That I am searching their faces to see what's hard, I am searching their hands and feet, their bodies and their joints to see if they're doing it right. I am trying to make sure they can see me and they can hear me and they can get what they need out of this class. But I can't be successful if no one is willing to bend. I'm lucky my supervisor backs me up on this completely. I'm lucky that I had an option to give this experiment a try. I wish I could create an afternoon club for seniors and kids. I think the interaction would be great for both groups. I think it would solve some problems at the Y created by kids who don't have places to go - and the childwatch staff who pretty much suck. But that would take more time away from the writing. I was editing tonight. And I taught four classes total today, which leaves me sore and wanting sleep. The one o'clock class asked what the long-term plan was, and I told them I was going to take it one day/week at a time, which they could appreciate. They also very much respected that I have to leave promptly to get my son. Told my boss I was only gonna teach the 1pm classes from now on - and she laughed in agreement. |
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