As of yesterday I officially entered into terra incognito - I have never taught more than five successive weeks, let alone five weeks at 100% course load. Every once in awhile I long for a .5 assignment - curse my marketable brains! Curse my excellent references! I could be drug free, yet in a precarious financial position. Oh well.

The really weird thing was that I saw a former teacher in the office this afternoon. He used to teach history at my old high, and although I never had him, I did know his son (a drummer who once drew a pentacle on his desk with his own blood - now there's a management issue I'm glad I don't have) and Nic knew his daughter quite well. I suppose that this kind of weird "oh, we're colleagues now" meetings would happen more often if I taught closer to my alma mater. Frankly, I think I've had my fill of weirdness without this added load. It's hard enough dealing with the fact that almost every line in "I'm An Adult Now" applies to me.

P.S. Yesterday's student has decided to be sweet as pie. This'll be fun while it lasts.