The dreams in which I'm dying
Real life update in bullet points:
* After spending four years preparing for the graduate year that would propel me into the classroom with my masters' degree in hand, I'm taking a leave of absence to contemplate the flunking of my summer courses.
* After wondering for over a decade why I cannot get organized or finish things on time or stop prostinating or concentrate on the important things or prioritize my life properly, I've been diagnosed with inattentive attention deficit disorder.
* After years of being uneasy with the idea of alcohol and prescription drugs due to my fear of addiction and dependence, I'm about to begin taking two different forms of prescription stimulants, drugs that will activate my moivation, change my work habits, and suffocate my appetite. The likelihood of a lifelong dependence upon these pills seems imminent.
* After spending five weeks attempting to get a job with the Bostoninan Society, finally obtaining it, and then getting promoted to keyholder, I have quit in order to run the learning center at the English High School. After casually suggesting to my boss that I could help with tutor placement in the classrooms, he handed the extra responsibility over to me without asking.
* After promising myself that I would go to sleep early, it is 11 pm, I have not finished sending out my work-related emails, my bed is a mess, I've not washed the dishes or cleaned the living room or showered, and I must must must be up at 5 am tomorrow and still be awake and professional enough to conduct four interviews.
* After spending four years preparing for the graduate year that would propel me into the classroom with my masters' degree in hand, I'm taking a leave of absence to contemplate the flunking of my summer courses.
* After wondering for over a decade why I cannot get organized or finish things on time or stop prostinating or concentrate on the important things or prioritize my life properly, I've been diagnosed with inattentive attention deficit disorder.
* After years of being uneasy with the idea of alcohol and prescription drugs due to my fear of addiction and dependence, I'm about to begin taking two different forms of prescription stimulants, drugs that will activate my moivation, change my work habits, and suffocate my appetite. The likelihood of a lifelong dependence upon these pills seems imminent.
* After spending five weeks attempting to get a job with the Bostoninan Society, finally obtaining it, and then getting promoted to keyholder, I have quit in order to run the learning center at the English High School. After casually suggesting to my boss that I could help with tutor placement in the classrooms, he handed the extra responsibility over to me without asking.
* After promising myself that I would go to sleep early, it is 11 pm, I have not finished sending out my work-related emails, my bed is a mess, I've not washed the dishes or cleaned the living room or showered, and I must must must be up at 5 am tomorrow and still be awake and professional enough to conduct four interviews.