9.26.2007

Target should just siphon all our bank accounts

The friendly middle-aged man who occupies the adjunct office around the same time I do every single Tuesday and Thursday assured me that students dropping like cheap Christmas ornaments is normal and to be expected. I was grateful for his soothing advice, and for his care not to chomp his chips while I was grading essays.

Tomorrow is my first evaluation. I scheduled a therapy appointment for 8 a.m. because I usually feel confident for a full 24 hours afterward. It's like 'ludes for my emotions. Until I sleep and my brain stores away all the confidence and lets the goonies out of the basement/romper room.

Young people have a way of making me feel like an oafish ballerina. I'm poised, but only momentarily. I'm on my toes, but only until I'm on my face.

I recently babysat and one of the kid's friends asked me about my car.

"Do you have a cool car or a not cool car?" he said.

I thought it was cool until an eleven-year-old made me question one of my most cemented beliefs. Here's hoping my evaluator isn't watching as I pull into the faculty parking lot.

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