2001-10-03 ± 10:01 p.m.
"you can't scare me...I teach"

dearest self,

cuando tu vida esta muy loca y tan dificil...es necesario que tu recuerdo que el mundo es mas largo y tus problemas estan pequenas.

tambien es importante que inteindes que tu no hablas o escribes Espanol bien.

it's somehow 100% attitude, 100% organization and 100% perspective all at the exact same instant. I haven't really figured out how that all adds up, but rest assured...it does.

today I walked out of my classroom, as my students morphed into third graders, and stood in the hall for thirty seconds to avoid giving my them a preview of ms. jackson sobbing uncontrollably (we save that for this dishelved apartment). I reappeared in the classroom...busted out the infamous "teacher look" and trudged forward...or treaded water, I'm not quite sure.

It's like trying to build the same intricate model airplane everyday...with no instruction booklet. And at the end of each attempt you must stand back and look at it...note what's misplaced and poorly connected...and then tear it apart to rebuild again tomorrow.

The only difference between my existence and that of Camus' Sisyphus is that tiny glimmer of hope.

One day I'll get this damn airplane put together right...and it'll fly to the fuckin moon (or at least through the line to get its diploma).

and then I'll move on...to bigger pieces of balsawood...with an internal instruction booklet.

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