the eugene bean

Work has zapped me. I am over-emotional, exhausted, frustrated, hurt, annoyed, insulted, and I see little hope for the future. And none of this is from the children- I love my students and I love teaching them. I wish that I had never named my place of employment, because then I could rant and bitch and cry out my frustrations, but I know that isn't possible so I have to stop talking about it already. Which is a shame because I can't think of anything else to write about when my brain is so wrapped up in what's going on there.

I can say that it's one week till we arrive in New Orleans for Mardi Gras. One week! I can survive anything for a week.

I just keep chanting my MG mantra: beer! beads! friends! and port-a-potties!