"Both of us know how the end always is."
- the cure
Exhausted. Terrible Monday, beginning with an alarm failure (which was in itself extremely alarming). I rolled out of bed in a complete panic at 7:45. Hogsboro High starts at 8:25; I have a 45-minute commute. Ha ha ha. Burned rubber, arrived within a few moments of the bell, gave a test, all was well.
I think I'm a bad teacher. I say this because many days this week I have hoped for nothing more than for my students to go away and quit bothering me. Obviously this points to a crucial lack of drive on my part. Oh well - fuckit. It's not like my attitude influences their learning. Oh wait...
As we careen into exam season, my conversations with students have become more and more colourful. One student asked if an essay on my beauty would make up for his missing assignments. Another told me she had cancer (I actually think this is true.) I can't wait for my handful of lost lambs to offer their excuses - the worst offenders have yet to darken my door. My heart skips with anticipation.
Fooling around with tofu today. I think I was overly optimistic in thinking that the So Soya dehydrated just-like-chicken bits would be a good substitute for chicken in my favourite recipe. I have never eaten anything so bland in my life - and I've eaten paper. (At a young age, of course.)
Overall I'm finding it easy to stay away from meat. My worst moments come, predictably enough, when I'm really hungry. If I can't get to my lunch until late, I'm more likely to crave a simple sick greasy chicken burger...and when I'm driving home in the evenings, that KFC sign looks awfully good.
I'm not actually losing any weight, but at least I can feel smug about myself. Actually, that's probably what the scale reads - for every bit of saturated fat I lose, I gain an equally weighty bit of self-righteousness. Yum.
My Malanka welt is getting worse. It's now a livid swath against my thigh.
