I have grown weary of being unable to breathe, (I got a letter from an ex-boyfriend that included the line "I had grown weary of the relationship" written on the back of a math paper of his from the second grade.) but this is mostly okay, because there are other good things, like seeing little kids with bowl haircuts and glasses. (Although the mother of this particular child is a woman for whom I harbor curricular frustration.)
I was good at my meeting today (even though at one point I said "I really can't picture myself teaching that ever."), but I think I might hate everyone and not want to teach any kind of traditional anything next year and come up with something else to do. (I might just need to eat some lunch.)
((I realize this whole post makes no sense, but it's exactly how my brain is functioning today. If I had my druthers, I'd be sitting in the new secret house, working on my script, eating food someone else made for me and making out.))
Posted by Ida at September 29, 2003 02:06 PMWait'll I tell you the fairy tale about the once ugly baby who turned into the cute three year old who turned into an ugly three year old right before our very eyes! And about the magic giant who saved this three year old's life when he fell into the swimming pool of enchantment.
Posted by: benlau at September 29, 2003 02:42 PMOno! Last I heard she was cute!
(I hope you were the giant.)
Posted by: Ida at September 29, 2003 02:46 PM(good druthers, yo.)
Posted by: mol at September 30, 2003 11:24 AMYes, but if they're not YOUR druthers, then whose are they?
Posted by: THE COMTE at September 30, 2003 12:23 PM