The metaphorical strap.
First of all, thanks for the concerned, loving, and hilarious notes.
It was in a moment of absolute fury that I wrote my last post.
At the moment I am sitting in the computer lab at school after being told I could leave my english class because I didn't have my book with me and hadn't done the reading. Somehow I completely lost the fact that I was supposed to have done the reading at all. I wasn't the only one.
Note to self: pay attention to the last 30seconds of class when the teacher hands out 6 assignments for the long weekend.
As much as I don't like the elementary school approach of being made an example of, oddly I am not upset.
I've spent the past two weeks dealing with some intense depression. Ever since I was about 15 it has come in waves now and again usually due to stress, (which, ever since working in the ghetto and being surrounded by consistent trauma I have not been able to deal with in any constructive way).
However, at the moment I am in a sort of manic post-exam-anxiety state of euphoria.
The fact that the city strike is still on and I can't go to the pool could be a litigating factor in my inability to deal with stress.
Goddamit.
It's my union that is on strike so I should be all for supporting it...but jesus, I just want to go swimming.
Not that I can't.
For $10 I can buy myself a guest day pass to the YMCA....
which is exactly where I am going now that I have an extra hour to myself.
Thank you classic 60's teacher training.
Thank you negative reinforcement.
Today, an extra hour is better than the best thing I could've asked for.
It was in a moment of absolute fury that I wrote my last post.
At the moment I am sitting in the computer lab at school after being told I could leave my english class because I didn't have my book with me and hadn't done the reading. Somehow I completely lost the fact that I was supposed to have done the reading at all. I wasn't the only one.
Note to self: pay attention to the last 30seconds of class when the teacher hands out 6 assignments for the long weekend.
As much as I don't like the elementary school approach of being made an example of, oddly I am not upset.
I've spent the past two weeks dealing with some intense depression. Ever since I was about 15 it has come in waves now and again usually due to stress, (which, ever since working in the ghetto and being surrounded by consistent trauma I have not been able to deal with in any constructive way).
However, at the moment I am in a sort of manic post-exam-anxiety state of euphoria.
The fact that the city strike is still on and I can't go to the pool could be a litigating factor in my inability to deal with stress.
Goddamit.
It's my union that is on strike so I should be all for supporting it...but jesus, I just want to go swimming.
Not that I can't.
For $10 I can buy myself a guest day pass to the YMCA....
which is exactly where I am going now that I have an extra hour to myself.
Thank you classic 60's teacher training.
Thank you negative reinforcement.
Today, an extra hour is better than the best thing I could've asked for.