Grar!
How to build a stronger Carol:
Make things go wrong, let her break down and then heal.
Lather, rinse, repeat.
If the two days of teaching on lockdown (because of an anonymous tip about a gun in the building), 40 hours of making final exams, and one very disheartening discussion with a student (how can you be that young, that thoughtful, and still that accepting of what is a shitty life?) aren't enough, I have lost my keys.
It's funny, because losing keys is what last week's sermon at church was about. I hate it when life reflects what I learn there. Well, not always. Sometimes it's fun. It's just that this time I can't find the lesson in it, and in the meantime my life is derailed, because I can't leave my house secure, or my classroom, I can't buy anything, or get money, or drive legally, or go to a bar to watch football today.
Boo hiss.
Dear Jesus and Saint Anthony,
PleasepleasepleasepleasepleasepleaseIneedmykeysbackormylifeisruinedpleasepleasepleasesoonerthannowwherearetheyplease!
Amen.
Make things go wrong, let her break down and then heal.
Lather, rinse, repeat.
If the two days of teaching on lockdown (because of an anonymous tip about a gun in the building), 40 hours of making final exams, and one very disheartening discussion with a student (how can you be that young, that thoughtful, and still that accepting of what is a shitty life?) aren't enough, I have lost my keys.
It's funny, because losing keys is what last week's sermon at church was about. I hate it when life reflects what I learn there. Well, not always. Sometimes it's fun. It's just that this time I can't find the lesson in it, and in the meantime my life is derailed, because I can't leave my house secure, or my classroom, I can't buy anything, or get money, or drive legally, or go to a bar to watch football today.
Boo hiss.
Dear Jesus and Saint Anthony,
PleasepleasepleasepleasepleasepleaseIneedmykeysbackormylifeisruinedpleasepleasepleasesoonerthannowwherearetheyplease!
Amen.