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March
I leave for Ireland in 24 days.
School is. . .school.
The Boy is fine. I love him more each day. There are complications, but. . .
My health is the real obstacle. These ovaries got to GO.
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february
Still alive, still with The Boy, still writing, still dealing with health concerns (turns out they were massive ovarian cysts), still poor but not in spirit, still teaching, still lurking about on FB (and up to 306 "friends" and one obsessive poking device known as The Boy--I swear he pokes me five times per day on FB, but only intermittently when ( Read more... ) -
Temporary FB Hiatus
I tend to take Internet crap very personally, whether someone is spamming me with obscene haiku or writing scurrilous stuff about me on ratings websites. And when I defected from LJ to FB, largely for personal reasons, I locked down my privacy settings as far as they would go. I could add "friends" when I wanted, and I enjoyed the forum and the ( Read more... ) -
Montreal to Paris, A Brief Parentheses
I am in Montreal, waiting for an international flight to the City of Lights. This group is so great! I think this trip will be amazing.
Love to all. Allez-vous a Paris! -
account status
This account expires on September 14, which is Monday. I don't think I'm going to pay to renew it.
It will still be here, but I'm probably not updating it as often. The new school year has asserted itself, along with some life changes, and I don't have time. I will still blog assignments for my students at www.j-hill.blogspot.com, and I will ( Read more... ) -
insomnia
It's 11:21 and I can't sleep, even though I self-medicated with an alcoholic beverage or two. Even with the Klonopin my nights are still punctuated by nightmares (or last night's episode, which was totally different and was centered more on a different kind of stressor) and I dread going to bed now. The worst nightmares star my dad standing in my ( Read more... ) -
i'm the teacher, i'm the teacher, i'm the teacher
I saw a mug once that said
I will not kick and scream
I will not bit the children
I will behave
because
I'm the teacher, I'm the teacher, I'm the teacher
Well, I just spent a sleepless night trying to finish the first round of focus papers on a self-imposed deadline of today (less than a week! new and improved!) and utterly failed. The later the night ( Read more... ) -
school haiku/mad men/lame post
kids seem very sweet
progressbook is pain in ass
new technology
grading essays sucks
tons of time from my schedule
but it must be done
altered lesson plans
mitigate scheduling woe
gelato is good!
is it just me, or
has The Simpsons become kind
Of lame and rote? Oy.
Mad Men, however--
The best show to ever grace
Television. Yup.
Viva Don Draper!
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bone tired
I am so freakishly tired I can't stand it, but before I slump face-down on my bed, cursing the inevitable arrival of tomorrow's alarm clock bleating in my ear, a question:
Non-fiction recommendations? I've been reading Bill Bryson with great avidity recently, and Malcolm Gladwell. A colleague recommended some titles but I've already forgotten them ( Read more... ) -
Writer's Block: Good Days and Bad Days
There really aren't good days or bad days except for what the content of said days dictate, but I do find that I generally prefer Thursdays and shudder on Sunday nights. I've always referred to Sunday evenings as "long, dark tea-times of my soul" to borrow a phrase from Douglas Adams (RIP) because they represent the culmination of unfulfilled aims ( Read more... )