Year Six, Day One

The glorious first day of school I had planned in my head didn't occur. Instead, I had very stressful day.

My two big classes of 35 have increased to 38 each. I didn't have enough desks, again.

This makes me so angry. We have such a philosophical deficiency at work here. These kids have worked their asses off throughout a career in Baltimore City Public Schools, got into an awesome program and are about to experience the type of curriculum that is rare not only in city schools, but any American high school (come on, have you ever heard of a high school course teaching Murakami, Capote, Morrison, Shelley, Ninh, Dorfman, and Allende all in one course?), and now have to take it in a class filled past the brim with 37 other kids.

Damn politicians.

And let me tell you, sitting in a room with tropical heat - it was unbelievably hot today, and I sweated buckets - with 76 new eyes staring at you is pretty darn stressful.

I wish there was something I could do about this, but I feel so powerless right now.

To top it off...

1. My grad class seems like it's going to suck. I don't like the teacher, who reads aloud to the class and uses babytalk. I don't like my classmates, who are 90% early elementary. I don't like what it looks like we'll be doing in the course.

2. I seem to have lost my wallet.

3. I could really use a massage. Ever since my cousin in law massaged me while in MIchigan and told me, "You know, you have so much tension up here in your shoulders, and really should be doing this once a month at the very least" I've been obsessed with it. I'm actually going to find one, just to see.

4. I didn't go to the gym and am thinking about it right now, but I'm fucking tired and don't want to.