appalachia cabin trash

so i've had some time to relax (got a pedicure, complete with leg and foot massage) and take a few deep breaths and calm down about my situation. when i got home tonight at like 20:00 i was in a very depressed mood. and the minute i walk in the house my mom informs me that one of our former neighbors passed away - a former neighbor with whom my own father and my brother met up for drinks, along with his son, over thanksgiving break. yeah so that made me more depressed.

we had the official meeting about my little angelito today. he's going to a different school where he can be in a smaller class. i really hope he does well there. but the way he looked when he walked in the classroom tuesday morning after being suspended monday was kind of heartbreaking. he just looked so sad. i mean, yes, things will run a lot smoother without him, but it's still kind of sad. i just hope he can get the help he needs over there.

so i have just barely closed the zipper on my suitcase. and can you believe it, i am using the little suitcase! i decided that i wanted to bring as little as possible. why? i feel that the likelihood of my luggage getting lost/misplaced increases exponentially as the number of stops increases. not linearly - exponentially.

see here i am again, sitting on my ass staring at the wall. only this time i am comparing the thicknesses of the different editions of my stack of vogue magazines. september and march are the thickest, february and july seem to be the thinnest.

i'm so tired but i still have to come up with some kind of plan for monday, tuesday, wednesday!

i think i'm going to forego the "where in the world did miss e go" investigation because rumors were flying this afternoon that i wasn't going to be there tomorrow. which i'm not, but it's supposed to be a secret. see, because of the meeting i had to have a sub for the last hour of instruction. i'm guessing she is the sub that will be there tomorrow so maybe she told the kids that i wasn't going to be there tomorrow? one of the moms called me at school, and told me that her son had said something like i wasn't going to be there tomorrow and so she was wondering if the party was still on... i said, well i'm pretty sure i'll be here tomorrow! oh wait, i know! i had a sub this afternoon so maybe they thought i went home sick or something...

yeah it's bullshit but whatever if they want a teacher that actually gives a crap about celebrating religious holidays they can send their kids to a private school. i am so pro separation of church and state. ugh on the table in the staff lounge were these brochures about some missionaries working in someplace in bumble. i kept my mouth shut because my religious affiliation is quite unknown to the rest of the staff (though they might easily guess at my political leaning.) but i was so tempted to ask The Principal is this leeeeegal? bah humbug.

i had the strangest dream tuesday night about one of my students. i dreamed that he had fallen out a window to his death. then i was in my garage, and he was walking around the garage. it was his ghost because he was holding his head in his hands saying "i knew it! i didn't think it was for real!" strange. i met his grandparents last night (holiday concert.) danish. his dad is a hot older man. i'm glad his mom wasn't there; they're separated but still, she is appalachia cabin trash at its green eyeshadow wearing best. i am still astonished at how this boy was created by this lovely danish man and this backwards lady. for real. i can't even see how their paths even managed to cross!

anyway. i'd better 1. zip my suitcase all the way; 2. program my ultra-secret combination into a real travel lock so nobody stuffs any contraband in my bag during its arduous trip from plane to plane.

this trip will take more than twenty-four hours. i am either bringing my flask filled with the last of the grapefruit flavored vodka downstairs, or the remainder of my mom's vicodin from when she had some work done on her mouth (depending on if i remember where i hid it.) or both. i wonder how many pages of la novia oscura i can finish. i wonder if i can finish the whole thing? not sure, i have december's vogue and W magazine (which i've never bought before, but it's got lots of pictures!)

ok ciao for now...