so i haven't written here in ages, and i'm not sure why i'm writing here now but i guess because i want to say something, anything, and i know nobody reads this anymore anyway so it doesn't matter what i say.

i am on day 20 of my eight and a half weeks away from adam (my husband haha, it really has been a while, livejournal)... tonight i went on ( Read more... )

it is truly amazing how the choices i am making in my life are leading me to more and more knowledge and then responsibility and then more choices. it's a shame that sometimes i view these choices as chores.

but these choices i make don't just affect me... they affect generations and generations of people, even people i might never dream of

so i got nostalgic again and needed to update...

my cat is in a coma in christine's laundry basket... he thinks he's so cute.

i have met all... 71 (?) of my students now in my second year of teaching. they are much easier to handle now that i know what i'm doing somewhat more than last year. last year i had 84 students, so the numbers are nicer this ( Read more... )

dear old friend,

i don't think anyone reads these things anymore ... but i had a strange urgency to tell someone about my life right now... because it seems people don't really know or care. not not care, but you know, just too busy with LIFE to know to ask i think.  so i guess the easiest thing to do is type it out to a computer...

i meet allllll ( Read more... )

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of course as soon as school is over i'm back to being lame-o girl that sleeps in and doesn't quite have the motivation to accomplish all she had intended ( Read more... )

that title comes from an unknown typer person who was here before me ( Read more... )

14 days left of school... 6 pact days... 2 half days... so really 6 actual days left. of actual teaching. actually ( Read more... )

yes that is right. i feel that i am many times a part of haha plans. that's those plans where you make them and then it's as if someone goes HAHA! right in your face to those plans and forces you out of them and then you're left with this memory of someone laughing in your face and who wants that? so who wants to make plans anymore with reactions ( Read more... )

waiting is intense sometimes.