first day of school
Yup. I am back. In school.
I am lonely and depressed and my first class was math.
But I am excited for math, I really want to learn lots, so maybe it will be ok.
The Russian guy in my class was rude to me on the bus, but I am trying to shake it off.
Now I am going to take the bus back home to my sleepy husband and all the firendly plumbers who are jackhammering up the foyer so we cannot turn on our taps and sit and contemplate life, teaching and everything.
And I will call Liz. Because I keep missing her calls and I miss her.
I am lonely and depressed and my first class was math.
But I am excited for math, I really want to learn lots, so maybe it will be ok.
The Russian guy in my class was rude to me on the bus, but I am trying to shake it off.
Now I am going to take the bus back home to my sleepy husband and all the firendly plumbers who are jackhammering up the foyer so we cannot turn on our taps and sit and contemplate life, teaching and everything.
And I will call Liz. Because I keep missing her calls and I miss her.