Last Night, I had a Dream

I was in a store, Christmas shopping. Or maybe I was just shopping, seeing as all the items were for me, but it was a Christmassy sort of shopping. I had picked out an umbrella, a copy of my bomber jacket (it's beginning to disintegrate in places), a pair of boots, and a pair of All Stars. I plopped down in the corner somewhere to try on the footwear, and some woman accused me of attacking her. She also accused me of being an Arab. Much argumentation and vitriol followed, and I eventually got her to leave. Now I had thought the boots were leather, but they were actually a wooden pair of clogs with matching greaves. Very weird. The All Stars were made of a slightly translucent very flexible red rubber, too. I put the coat back, I didn't need another bomber jacket, even if the old one was falling apart.

Those Who Can't Do Teach

I've been avoiding work. I'm not just behind in my grading like I thought, but I really have been avoiding work and I don't know why (and that bugs me). This reminds me of the times when I almost quit college, and I'm (oh so conveniently) having trouble remembering exactly how I got through it. I went to college because, like a lot of other people, I didn't have any other ideas as to what to do next, and that didn't work. It wasn't until I actually considered what was going on and really thought about it that I decided to finish college and get it done.

But though I still think I love my job, I feel a tad like it's running away, and I'm running away from it. Literally speaking, I did settle on teaching as a career. I don't do very well when I settle, I sabotage myself very well with it. I just want to sleep and watch tv and have someone hold me and make it all better.

I have to go or I'll be late for work. I want to call in sick, but I'll be in a lot of trouble if I do, and my kids will probably bomb their midterms.

You're Pre-Rejected!

Why do they send me credit card applications when they reject me out of hand when I fill them out?