The call goes over the land...

Preacher-fest is here once more. Yes, yes, it's the birthday we've all been waiting for. We're one year closer to the day when my Angels will reunite. Traditionally this is the date when we would gather at Ein-stein's for steins & revelry. I almost always had a test or an essay the next day, so it was a conscious choice to join the celebrations. I never regretted it for a second.

I've been having a difficult time getting out of bed lately. To qualify this somewhat, I have difficulty getting out of bed at the best of times...but these last 2 1/2 weeks have represented a significant downturn even by that measure. It's not that I'm oversleeping. Quite the contrary; I tend to wake up a good 15 minutes before my alarm, consumed as I am with anxiety about the day ahead. It's just that I have difficulty leaving the sanctuary of my counterpane. To get out of bed would be to admit that there is a world out there, a world I am not too fond of at the moment. So I lie in bed, dozing fitfully to the strains of CBC and hoping against hope that the world will go away for a morning.

Needless to say, this really doesn't help my day at all. I end up late to school, which throws off my preparations and makes me feel constantly behind the 8-ball as the day proceeds. (Of course, I'm rapidly discovering that the old 8-ball feeling is the norm in teaching - there's always just a bit more marking, just a bit more lesson prep, just a bit more communication with students, parents or administrators. Behind the 8-ball is the land I call home.)

What really kills me is that I used to be able to make the world disappear by closing my eyes and huddling close to my sweetie. Back when the two of us were in school, we had no need to work for food, love or shelter - it was all handed to us. And when I wanted the world to go away on a Friday morning, the world was all too happy to oblige.

This may be the reason why I won't be able to get into a good program for my Masters. Nevertheless...

Fairly good day today. I was missing several key stressful students in each of my three classes, which made the day go down as smooth as vanilla pudding. Only one incident bears mention. My homeroom decided to skip en masse, whittling a noisy, out-of-control 29 down to a lean, attentive 10. It was fabulous. They probably think I won't be able to do anything about it. Heh. Just wait'll the test...not to mention when I phone Mom & Dad at work tomorrow. Hoo doggies. This'll be a trip.