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[mrs_prufrock]

I felt so absolutely horrible by the end of the school day today that on my way out to my graduate seminar, I sat on the train and cried, like an idiot. By the train ride home, I was feeling much better and lighter and more resilient. I got home, almost got run over by an asshole who ran the stop sign in front of my house, saw a brilliant flash of

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[81853k]

When will you have money? Was today better at school? i hope you work somewhere else next year. I hope you work somewhere that makes you happy. You can do just about anything -- and anything you can't do, you can learn. Work somewhere that, when you think of working there, it makes you smile.

[mrs_prufrock]

I thought we would have it tonight, but there were check-cashing snafus. We'll have money tomorrow (Mark's paycheck) and then I get paid again on Thursday. This paycheck isn't gone before we get it, so we're fine.

I won't be at West next year. But my job does make me smile. When we solve lateral-thinking puzzles together. When the shy kid loves me because I ask her for the answer quietly but not in front of everyone. When they come to hang out in our room after school. When a kid acts like a crazy person until I call her mom and her cell phone gets taken away and then she says, "You called my house," with a respectful kind of surprise and then we're cool. I love my new 9th graders. They make me really want to teach 7th grade English. I can reach them easier at that age.

[81853k]

7th grade English sounds wonderful. Do you keep a journal of moments like those? Or do you get time to keep a paper journal these busy days.

[mrs_prufrock]

I don't really. It's all in my head and a little bit on here. I should know better than that; I should keep it better.