Sometimes, when I’m at work, I feel as if I’m going bat shit crazy. I mean completely bat shit crazy. I love teaching, don’t get me wrong…but you can tell that nowadays, Jerry Springer’s been more influential on American Culture than you think.
I won’t go into detail but sometimes I wonder “Where dey do dat at?” In fact I’ve been privy to so much “Reality Show Syndrome” that at times I literally feel as if my brain is oozing from my earholes.
It’s weird for me to think of myself as the only sane voice in a mental institution. I feel as if I’m running to meetings, planning for classes, running to planning meetings, refereeing catfights, dodging desks, providing cheap mental therapy and keeping the coffee industry in the money.
I come home too stressed to meditate properly or even sleep.
I want to cry because I try to get parents involved who would rather blame me for their child’s academic issues.
It’s a dirty job but someone’s gotta do it.
But, I’ve decided to take the country music philosophy method of coping.
Instead of stressing, I’m gonna be like Kenny.
Sometimes I feel more like this:
Dolly describes many of my days…except my mornings begin at 7:30 and end at 5pm.
Well, it’s late and I’m gonna try to go back to sleep. I’ve let work me keep me awake long enough.
I love my job. I really do. I just feel like this sometimes…
when I wanna feel like this
…
but who hasn’t?
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