saturday at work. i've logged so many hours at this damn library its amazing. i've only got one more day of working here, after 4 and a half years. This is the longest committment i've made to anything in my life, this school and this job.

we had parent-teacher conferences on thursday night, which means i was at school for 12 hours. It was a very long day but not a bad one. I didn't have that any parents come to meet me and the ones that did were very pleasant and agreeable. I was afraid that one of them would be irate and yell at me for some grade I gave their child. no such problems to report. I actually got a lot of work done while waiting for parents to show up, which was nice. i did have one mother who was upset that her daughter had a B+ rather than an A, but the parents of honors students' are sometimes slightly overzealous.

things are winding down as I only have 10 days left of teaching. this next week should be something of a doozy, but most of the time i've got students giving speeches or presentations so hopefully it will go smoothly. next will might by hard to get motivated for, but I'll get through it. they i'll graduate on the 16th. hopefully i'll find someone to sublease, move out of my apartment the week after, then go to florida and catch up on all sleep i've deprived myself by getting up at 530am for 11 weeks.

jeff called me last night and i fell asleep talking to him a few times. so now i can't really remember all we talked about. we'd be talking and i'd fall asleep for a short moment only to find myself talking or listening to something he was saying that i had no clue about. that's happened to me a few times lately, all when i talk to jeff...hmmm...

i sent this long email to gina that was rather random and probably far too revealing and introspective. I didn't get a response to it, which means she didn't feel like writing me back, she didn't read it, she thinks i'm nuts, and/or i just scared her off a bit. i don't know why but i have this raging insecurity that makes me think that when people don't communicate with me i've done something horrible to piss them off or in other ways make them not like me at all. and in truth i do know why, but that's a long story full of sordid details and crushed emotions that i don't think i want to publish on the web at this point, if even this is a private weblog. i was dumb enought to give the url to 4 people, way too many. i haven't actually physically written in my paper journal since i started teaching, i feel like i've neglected an old friend and that i haven't bothered to record or explore the innerworkings of myself. DAMN! i just remembered that i wanted to go to push on my half-day on friday. man, i forget more and more these days.

i spent last night attatched to my couch and glued to the shit on the television. i didn't even attempt to call anyone. i slept for 10 hours, which kicked some serious ass.

dawn called me last night too, which was weird since i hadn't talked to her in weeks and i was basically writing her off as a friend do to her continual seflishness. we talked, she said she missed me and wanted to make me dinner. and who am i to turn down a young lady to says things like that? besides, i think a total of 3 girls have ever been to my apartment, so the more the merrier at this point.

i had a lot on my mind this week that i wanted to write about here...seems to have left me now. oh well.

oh, and when i told my seniors that george harrison had died, none of them knew who he was. a sad, sad thing to hear.

i did hear this great quote from the old show, "30 Something," the other day:

"We'll get where we're going, and if we don't,
we'll get somewhere just as interesting."