Listening to: Enya-"Watermark"
Reading:
Weather: 50, windy
Trivia: While you kill someone in a dream, could you actually be doing it in real life?
Probably not. While the brain registers intense activity during REM sleep, the paradoxical and mysterious state characterized by rapid eye movements during which dreaming occurs, the body actually enters a temporary state of benign paralysis. While this presumably happens to prevent you from accidentally hurting yourself, it has the added by-product of keeping you from hurting other people as well.
Cool word: mollify (MOL-uh-fy), verb - To allay a person’s anger; to lessen the impact of.
Suddenly cold
This day did not start out well. First, the Red Sox lost last night, then the rains came.
Not gentle rains, but downright monsoon-like rains.
It was dark and nasty out almost all the way to work this morning.
I had a parent meeting right off the bat, with a parent who scares me. This family is really into litigation and finding the smallest thing that might be wrong with what the school is doing.
It makes me so nervous. I find myself carefully choosing each word, and weighing each phrase that I utter for far it could be somehow twisted or misconstrued.
I don’t like operating like that. I like to be open and honest with everyone and work mutually towards helping the kids. I just have some parents that you just can’t do that with.
Monday is one of my crazier days as far as my schedule goes, and I feel as if I hardly have time to breathe. I managed to eke out fifteen minutes for lunch. I’m supposed to have a break of about 45 minutes. Just didn’t happen.
I spent the whole day trying to figure out what most needed to be done in each of the rooms I was going to, and trying to get to each of the kids. I don’t think I was very successful.
I have several chores lined up to accomplish tonight during the ball game. This way I can try to stay occupied and not have a nervous breakdown while just sitting and watching.
I’m a fan, but a cowardly fan.
I’ve written an e-mail to send to Michael, reminding him that I’ll be in NYC on Saturday. It’s buried in a newsy note, so I hope he pays attention when he reads it. I have the feeling that this isn’t going to work out this time.
I’ll bet that Babe-O-Rama has him tied up for the entire weekend.
We’ll see. I do hope he at least answers me.
I need to make a new tape to listen to while I’m on the bus. I have to make sure I have my walkman defense ready against any space invaders. Historically I get stuck next to someone who wants to be best friends forever. I know this sounds snotty, but I’m not always interested in bonding with a stranger for four hours.
I figure music and reading materials are my best defense.
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