2001-09-07 ± 5:23 p.m.
I had a life. Now I'm a teacher.

I'm consistently reminded of the complete predictability of my seemingly random emotions.

The cross country move, coupled with a new (and completely overwhelming)job have left me feeling desolate, disturbed and above all...disorganized.

My classroom is disorganized, my gradebook is disorganized, my lessons are disorganized, my apartment, my appearance, my correspondance...and above all; my "love life"...all in utter disarray.

But I am not alone...in the sense that there are others on the very same path at this very instant. And there have been many who've come before us. And when I'm convulsing and wailing (because I can't bring myself to ditch the boyfriend or write the lesson plan) I call on those people (thank goodness for late night free long distance)and force them to listen to me as I blow my nose into the phone and whine.

(cue music "that's what friends are for")

In summation...

I am a 22 year old gr...woman

with pink eye (gotta love those kids)

and enough issues to fill the magazine rack at Border's.

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