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Wow! My very first blog entry! If the anonymous person who gifted me with membership is out there, THANK YOU! I hope to be able to write here daily, but you know how life sometimes gets in the way. |
| I had a restful night for a change--no bad dreams. I usually dream about work or when I was in high school. The worst dreams are the ones where I'm i high school and I can't find my classes. Another bad one is the one where I have to teach a class made up of the people with whom I went to school. I tend to have those two dreams when I am really stressed. Last week, after a particularly trying day at work when the kids just didn't seem to understand anything we'd be doing, I actually woke myself up yelling. In my dream, they wouldn't follow directions in the computer lab, and I flipped! Now, I don't yell in class in real life, but apparently I do in my dreams. I scared the cats. They both ran out of the room.  Today was pretty good. We begain ROMEO AND JULIET. Most of the kids seemed really excited about it. My upper level groups really got into the puns. They'll pay attention to anything if they think it's about sex. "My naked weapon is out" really drew laughs. Of course, they find humor where it wasn't intended. I'll hear kids shouting "Give me my longsword, ho!" for the rest of the unit. As long as it keeps them interested, I don't mind. |
| 5:00 PM. Just waiting until I have to go set up the ticket booth for the ballgame. It's definitely been a long day. I probably won't get home until after 10:00 and I've been here since 6:00 AM! I've been searching for something different to do this weekend. My best friends are all going to be out of town. I think I'm going to go see The Vagina Monologues. I've never seen it, and this production is for a good cause. I've heard mixed reviews. KCT, my best friend, won't go see it. She hates the title. The word vagina bothers her. I don't know why. She has one. It's not like she'd be sitting by her dad during the play. That would be weird. I love going to plays. It's something I've missed lately. There just doesn't seem to be a lot of that thing around this small town that I'm living in. Luckily, I'm near four "college" towns where those types of events can be found. It's just hard to make time for them. |
| Last night was difficult. I so wanted to talk to someone, but everyone was too busy. I realize that people have families and responsibilities that have to come before me. I just wish I could meet more people, but I don't know where to meet them. Plus, it's hard to go out. Everywhere I go I run into students, former students, or their parents. There's no privacy when you're a teacher. They seem so shocked when they see me buying toilet paper or even just groceries. I get really sick of going to Wal-Mart and being cornered about why little so-and-so's grade is a B instead of an A. One of my friends (another teacher) actually had a student show up asking for help in her husband's hospital room after his heart attack! I am at work at least nine hours a day. You'd think that would be enough time for students to ask for help or for parents to call me. But no . . . I am a teacher 24 hours a day. |
I've having a pretty upbeat morning, despite getting only about three hours of sleep. We had a good time eating out last night, but I could not get settled down after I got home last night. It must've been all that chocolate.  Well, I must be the only person I know who is having a good morning. Everyone I've talked to so far has had some complaint. Don't you hate it when everyone tries to bring you down? |
| Self-fulfilling prophecy. I was right. I didn't do most of what I should've today. I did manage to get one load of laundry done; now, I'm waiting for my best friend to get ready so we can go out to eat this evening. We're going to the Melting Pot. I adore the chocolate. It's so sensual. I just wish I had a man to go there with. lol. |
| Saturday . . . I didn't feel like doing much today. My morning was spent in bed with a book. I ignored things that I need to do -- clean, laundry, etc. I just took the time for me. When the doorbell rang, I didn't answer. It couldn't be anyone who knows me. I'll probably worry about that later. Did I miss something important? Probably not. Lately, I don't want to do anything on the weekends. I take that back. I want to do things, but I don't. I let my lethargy rule my time. I guess that's because I spend so much time at work during the week. I get there early and leave late. Still, nothing ever seems completed. Tomorrow, I have plans. I'll catch up on laundry, do some work in the morning, and then go out to eat with a friend. I know deep down that the only thing on my list that will get accomplished is the dinner. The rest will hang over me all day. I'm not sure why I am a procrastinator. All I know is that I like putting off anything that might be difficult. I am intelligent enough to know that when I do this, I am just making things more stressful; however, I still do it. |
| Wow! My first blog entry. . . If the person is out there who gave me the gift, THANK YOU! I hope to write daily, but you know how life gets in the way. I always have grand intentions, but sometimes things come up. |
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