Wednesday, August 26, 2009

The Climb


This blog has become bor-ing lately. And I am sorry for that. Really. I know you come here for the occasionally chuckle or eye roll. But seriously-my brain is mush. If you hooked me up to a brain wave calibrator it would look like this:----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------cuz folks, I’m tired-worn out-no good. You would think that going back to school wouldn’t be so soul-sucking-draining; and non-teacher people really don’t get it. What’s so hard about it, they say? But fakin’ it for an audience of 148 is no easy feat while managing 12,846 pieces of paper, and making 24,897 critical decisions every 40 minutes. These people smell fear and disinterest the same way that a shark can detect a drop of blood in a 10 mile radius. There is no margin for error. No such thing as a do-over. The magic happens-or it doesn't. And if you’re gonna push them over that mountain-they gotta believe you will use that whip in your left hand-as you stroke them with the right. And I’m not sure that I can climb the mountain for the 17th time. My eyes are glazed over and the fight’s just gone outta me. So what happens when the sherpa is content to curl up under the avalanche and the summit isn’t even in sight? ...Dunno….just dunno... It’s Aug 26th and I’m buried under…

3 comments:

  1. I hear ya!!! I'm with ya---110%... its TOTALLY draining me almost to the point of no return most nights!!! We will have to discuss our options for making it this year at a later date---maybe with some booze!!!

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  2. Well, as a fellow 17th year desperado, we'll just have to push and pull each other up that mountain . . . and remember that as hard as it is sometimes, we don't have to go back DOWN the mountain! If I had to be a new teacher today, I'd need a heavy prescription of Valium, a psychiatrist, a masseuse, and a time travel machine . . . to go BACK in time and kick myself!

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  3. Wrong-O, Mary Lou! You are NEVER are boring read! I swear!!! Shame on you for even suggesting or thinking that . . .shame.

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