Whew/Being Interesting.
Sep. 3rd, 2003 11:32 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
browngirlWhew.
I'm tempted to post just my schematic notes from the day so far. *laugh* I won't do that, though.
The students are back. Chaos, but happy chaos. One of them (A.K.) just offered to get me a piece of pizza from the lunch, and told me I should come have lunch with them sometime. I love this school; so many of the kids are sweet people. They like the weird rose and lavender candies I've put on my desk this fall, too. And the Icky Yicky Chicken Ball. Hee. :)
Lord, this is disjointed. AND disorganized.
I want to bang a lot of the teachers' and parents' heads together for being freak-outty and annoying. (I'd give examples but I haven't the time.) It's not really their fault, though (though I have quite realized that some people I missed a lot, and some I missed not at all). It's just the constant influx of interruptions. I don't feel like I can *think*. Every time I try to concentrate twenty things happen. I can feel my IQ sinking below room temperature in Celsius.
Tigerlily is so impressive, but we all knew that already. *grinb*
I want to write something interesting and deep but that requires organization of thought and I'm continually inteerrupted. My comments are all too few and all too brief and I worry that people will think I've gone shallow. I want to write my friends paragraphs, I want to reply to every entry, and all I can manage are the occasional "yay" and "hug" . I am such a fluffhead today. Maybe not just today. *sigh*
Back to work.
(I was going to add the number of interruptions I had while writing this but I lost count.)
I'm tempted to post just my schematic notes from the day so far. *laugh* I won't do that, though.
The students are back. Chaos, but happy chaos. One of them (A.K.) just offered to get me a piece of pizza from the lunch, and told me I should come have lunch with them sometime. I love this school; so many of the kids are sweet people. They like the weird rose and lavender candies I've put on my desk this fall, too. And the Icky Yicky Chicken Ball. Hee. :)
Lord, this is disjointed. AND disorganized.
I want to bang a lot of the teachers' and parents' heads together for being freak-outty and annoying. (I'd give examples but I haven't the time.) It's not really their fault, though (though I have quite realized that some people I missed a lot, and some I missed not at all). It's just the constant influx of interruptions. I don't feel like I can *think*. Every time I try to concentrate twenty things happen. I can feel my IQ sinking below room temperature in Celsius.
Tigerlily is so impressive, but we all knew that already. *grinb*
I want to write something interesting and deep but that requires organization of thought and I'm continually inteerrupted. My comments are all too few and all too brief and I worry that people will think I've gone shallow. I want to write my friends paragraphs, I want to reply to every entry, and all I can manage are the occasional "yay" and "hug" . I am such a fluffhead today. Maybe not just today. *sigh*
Back to work.
(I was going to add the number of interruptions I had while writing this but I lost count.)
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Date: 2003-09-03 09:28 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2003-09-03 10:28 am (UTC)Just try to keep your head above water. *hugs*