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NEW New July 28, 2002 Here's a new one. I'm trying to teach the kiddo about making websites. She's watching over my shoulder. Trying to remember the difference between what a "break" code and a "paragraph" code do after about two years away from html is interesting.
And it's about as exciting to watch as paint drying.
The kiddo is bored. Uh-oh.
New March 29, 2001
I'd hoped to write an actual entry right now, but then one student came in needing a stapler and another came in needing help with using the phone book. And another came to say he wouldn't be in class and I'm pissed with this whole college at the moment.
Why can't I go live in the woods for a year, and listen to trees talk?
Time to teach.
New March 15, 2001
I wake up with a big old sore throat, a groggy hangover that lasts several hours and a glossy color photo of my own esophagus. "I went for invasive surgery and all I got was this stupid picture."
So at least I don't have stomach cancer or anything hideous. Just a hiatal hernia.
All the rest of the afternoon I'm all grogged out, and my throat hurts, so we finally go out for a very short while to get some ice cream. Ice cream sounds good with a sore throat, right?
While we're out, I get a call from the brass at the college where I teach, saying I need to come in early Friday morning to talk to a civil rights investigator. A student I had a couple years ago has filed a complaint about some stuff that A) in no way infringed on her civil rights and B) weren't under my control anyway.
But here I am, forced into conference calls with civil rights attorneys. Me. Me, for god's sake. Me who stayed in trouble with my "home" people for decades because of my civil rights feelings. Good grief.
Truth is, I just want to scream. When will enough be enough? Haven't I proved whatever it is I'm supposed to prove under this onslaught of stuff in my life? I'm still cheerful. I still love life. I still refuse to give in and just fold myself up in a corner into a gibbering blob, which is what sounds really good, to be honest.
I'm just so tired. What did I do to deserve this?
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