Don't wanna go back to school...don't wanna go back to school...the cry rises through the land and for once I am at one with my students. Don't wanna go back to school.
I did manage to fit a great deal of planning and organization into the day, despite my reluctance to do anything. We start a couple of interesting things this week, so if I can keep from stabbing myself in the eyes like Oedipus in sensible shoes and a business-like skirt, I just may make it to the next weekend. And then the weekend after that! And then...the weekend after that! After that it's clear sailing my friend. Warm and balmy sailing, with only my lingering obligations to the University in the way of freedom (for they have paid me for hours that I have not worked, with the understanding that there would be work performed at some later time.) And then: graduation weekend. And then: substitute teaching - but only when I want to! And then: road trip to Chicago and possibly the Midwest! And then: moving to the city!
So you see, it would be a very foolish idea to drive forks in my skull. Not to mention that the Boy would be very sad and disappointed, not to mention ticked at the mess. I might as well suck it up like the princess I am. Yup.
Any of this convincing you?
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3 years ago today: being locked out & ringing the doorbell for 15 minutes was a bit of a high point
