Students, colleagues, bargoers, and random redneck neighbors bring me spiders to ID and this makes me happy ( Read more... )

i am ridiculously happy, by the way. like, really, really, really happy. and only partly in that manic where-the-fuck-am-i-going-to-be-in-six-months kind of way ( Read more... )

i don't know anything about anything and that's the worst in the world.

dear alyssa,
either go to bed or draft those twenty lesson plans you're supposed to be able to talk intelligently about by noon tomorrow. alternately: shower and make sex.

PS--you write too many letters. it's getting annoying.

So I was indisposed for about four and a half months, during which time I had very little energy to spend on things like politics and current events, but suffice to say I was not pleased with the media's handling of all the WikiLeaks/Julian Assange news, and the confirmation the Olbermann is just as squicky as I always suspected. Luckily there are ( Read more... )

dear google ( Read more... )

so here i was, not doing any of the ten million things i absolutely have to have done as of last month, looking forward to my dumb little Nashville conference, hoping to erase all of the best-practice-quashing, soul-sucking, what-never-to-do-in-a-million-years student teaching experiences i've had, trying to see if there is a NWP affiliate ( Read more... )

please stop being an asshole to the only person that actually matters in your life right now. all you need to do is get your shit turned in and pay the fucking fee and you're free to teach somewhere far, far away in your own fucking classroom and help yet another boyfriend through college only to ultimately be abandoned when he realizes he could do ( Read more... )

if it is possible for my kids to hate me more than they did on friday, they will do so... when i hand back these tests. god-awful ( Read more... )

i worry and worry and worry some more.

all that i could ever want in the world is in the next room and i can't quite bring myself to re-enter it.