Maybe it’s Maybelline…Naw, It’s Hot Fudge Sundaes With Extra Nuts.

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…

flaka2eggscracked flacka  Yikes

when I wanna feel like this

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but who hasn’t?

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