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So I'm back from Nantucket and Rhode Island and what have you. I got the chance to see Clare, which was really nice, and of course my family. Poor Chum (my parent's dog) is slowing down a lot; he's got arthritis and he gets shots twice a week now. I start new teacher orientation tomorrow, and I still haven't gotten paid for the summer. We're really short on money at this point. Not in a theoretical way, but in a tangible, concrete way. That is, Robert has loans coming in and I have my summer paycheck and all, but if we don't get that before September there will be Issues, in that our landlord doesn't accept theoretical money for the rent. We'll be fine, it's just stressful to think about.
In Other News, but still on the subject of stress, for the past three days I've woken up from really horrible dreams about being unprepared to teach. These are not subtle; the students are great kids and behave well until I realize that I don't have my attendence sheet, so I go to the other room to get it and when I come back they're acting up. Then I realize I haven't passed out the assignment, and when I ask one of them to help hand things out the behavior gets worse. At least when school actually starts the worst will have happened and I can move on with my life, but these panicky dreams are killing me.
Ten-four, good buddy, over and out.
In Other News, but still on the subject of stress, for the past three days I've woken up from really horrible dreams about being unprepared to teach. These are not subtle; the students are great kids and behave well until I realize that I don't have my attendence sheet, so I go to the other room to get it and when I come back they're acting up. Then I realize I haven't passed out the assignment, and when I ask one of them to help hand things out the behavior gets worse. At least when school actually starts the worst will have happened and I can move on with my life, but these panicky dreams are killing me.
Ten-four, good buddy, over and out.