Running just as fast as we can...

Ok, I really don't feel like the stupid song, but damn I am tired. School is really beating me up. So much in fact that I would be happy lighting my backpack on fire and simply walking away.
I need a fresh start, and I was hoping that school would do that for me. Um, wrong.
I think I was meant to live on an island, or to be a hippie because I don't do well with the whole "live by the clock, die by the clock" horseshit that I have been trying to survive in.

I know, I know, I did it to myself, but effing hell! I have been doing homework non-stop. NON-STOP. All work and no play...

What is a girl like me to do? All that pent up ambition and nowhere for it to go. Sometimes I feel like I am going to explode and rain down. Sometimes I wish I just would.

I'm just tired.

Abstract

Today has been rough.  I have been reflecting on the past 2 weeks of my little existence and, damn, a lot has happened.  I started school, which is great, except when you are running on no sleep, abstract concepts, and going balls deep back into something you haven't done for a while.  This leads you to try not to cry on the train back to your car, and then to let it all go when you get into the car. (Well, almost.)  I know, I know.  Blogging to bitch is annoying and self-serving, but I feel a little like I am living the reoccurring dream I have of riding a really awesome roller coaster, but at the big drop something goes terribly wrong and I find myself holding onto the car with all of my might so that I don't fall out. This dream never really plays out to my demise, at least not that I can remember, but you get the idea.

So what's a girl to do? I like to revisit the familiar. Remake those promises, however diluted, to myself that I am NOT going to freak out.  And I am NOT going to get overwhelmed, even if that means that I completely ignore the panic I feel.  See?  Better already.

In other news, Reese is starting to try to roll over and try to crawl toward things.  She is grabbing at her toys and being verbal to Josie to let her know to back the eff off.  Haha it's great.  Josie will be moving up a class, which makes me sad, but happy that she will be challenged and stimulated.

Next Friday I start with my 3rd graders.  I am really excited for that.  I can't wait to meet them and learn their names and get to know their personalities.

Until I decide to rant again, PEACE!  :)