Little things.

November 19, 2008

Last night, for the first time in recent memory — and, in fact, since probably about junior high school — I had a nightmare.

It was my first day at the new school – and I knew it was a bad idea to take this job in addition to my four other jobs, but I had HAD to.  I was wearing a grey skirt and my ex-boyfriend and the old teacher were both standing in the back of the room – friendly, but expectant.  I had no idea what I was going to teach.  I put on a movie.  It was horrible.  I felt like a failure.  I was wandering around, things were loud, the children weren’t paying attention, and I opened a cupboard and turned on a movie.  I was terrible.  I wasn’t prepared, I’d lost all of my skills, I was useless as a teacher.


3:53 PM me: So, yeah, today.
I sent out an email to faculty on behalf of a student
she didn’t get it, though I cc’d her
and no faculty members responded to her
so she assumed it was never sent and sent a passive-aggressive email to (a guy)
who sent one to (his boss, who also happens to be my boss)
who sent the whole mess to me
3:55 PM who wrote to the student and cc’d her capstone advisor
because, come on now
I HATE that
it is my least favorite thing, ever
3:56 PM Let’s see, my options are a) talk to the person who could explain things or help me or clear it up or solve the problem, or b) talk to somebody else entirely in a passive-aggressive way, involve a bunch of people who don’t need to be involved, prolong the process and perpetuate the issue!
So annoying.

Something always brings me back to you.
It never takes too long.
No matter what I say or do, I’ll still feel you — here — ’til the moment I’m gone.
-Sara Bareilles, Gravity

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