So today is the first regular class day of Summer 2008. Uugghhh…I’m
not ready yet! I’m sick again. I can barely breathe with my clogging
nose and my head feels like it’s about to crack wide open because of my
bad, very very bad, sinusitis plus my throat feels like it’s harboring
itchy worms. How am I going to give a 3-hour straight lecture in this
condition? This is such a torture!
You think teaching is easy huh?
Found this floating somewhere in cyberspace:
Boys
are like purses. You’re always gonna have that one boy that you’re
always comfortable with and you know you’ll always kind of like. That’s
your purse that you wear everywhere. Then you have that gorgeous bag
that you want everyone to see you with but the gorgeous bag is usually
an asshole or costs a lot of money. Then you have those other purses
that you really like but you really don’t want to be seen with.
That
used to be true for me. Now, I don’t know. I really don’t have any
purses right now. I mean, there is this one purse that I really wanna
have and it’s kind of mine but I’m not really really sure if it’s mine
and I wanna be sure now that it’s really mine but things are
complicated and I’m afraid it won’t be mine forever so if it’s not
really mine I hope it will be taken away from me soon so I won’t get
used to it to the point that I can’t live without it. Whew! Got it?
Ugh, I hate purses…they are complicated! (See, that’s two
"complicated"s in one paragraph.)
