Tired of being 100 Miles from Everywhere...
Sorry in advance - this is a rant.
Maybe it's just the fact that it's a new school year and reality has hit: I'm no longer a new faculty person, so now the stuff I'm facing at the beginning of the year is stuff that becomes, in effect, the daily grind. And I HATE that I'm calling it that - because there are so many things, people, events, etc to LOVE, LOVE, LOVE about this place... But I just don't feel all that great at the moment - tired; annoyed with all my itchy bug bites from just walking from my door to the car; annoyed with the heat; annoyed with writing syllabi for students who will write on their evaluations that my class "bored" them and could they please have "more movies"; annoyed with feeling like I have to wear a fake smile all the time; annoyed with my body and its stupid hormones; and especially annoyed with myself that I'm not getting more writing done.
The problem is - it doesn't feel like reality but more like I'm just going through the motions. And I'm not sure what that means for me and TheoHubby. Maybe nothing. Maybe a lot of something...
Sorry in advance - this is a rant.
Maybe it's just the fact that it's a new school year and reality has hit: I'm no longer a new faculty person, so now the stuff I'm facing at the beginning of the year is stuff that becomes, in effect, the daily grind. And I HATE that I'm calling it that - because there are so many things, people, events, etc to LOVE, LOVE, LOVE about this place... But I just don't feel all that great at the moment - tired; annoyed with all my itchy bug bites from just walking from my door to the car; annoyed with the heat; annoyed with writing syllabi for students who will write on their evaluations that my class "bored" them and could they please have "more movies"; annoyed with feeling like I have to wear a fake smile all the time; annoyed with my body and its stupid hormones; and especially annoyed with myself that I'm not getting more writing done.
The problem is - it doesn't feel like reality but more like I'm just going through the motions. And I'm not sure what that means for me and TheoHubby. Maybe nothing. Maybe a lot of something...
posted by Clattercote at 6:24 PM
1 Comments:
What a strange turn of events to read your blog about you walking from the door to the car on a day I walked to school and back. In fact, I haven't driven yet!
Also, I have to say: read the last couple of sentences of this post (re you and TheoHubby) followed by the beginning of the last, which is how it can sort of strike one on the page. I found it amusing. :)
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