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went to bed last night a little sniffly, woke up sick. that's never a good sign. went to spanish and was able to understand absolutely everything that was said and somehow couldn't speak a word of it. in part because we were talking about the difference between male homosexuality and femininity and i've started realizing what a complex and generally undefinable issue gender/sexuality is, and there was a lot that i wanted to say that i just couldn't find the words in spanish for, for some reason. somehow my speaking ability recently has just been going out the window. i'm good at reading and decent at writing, but still. gotta figure out how to talk again. then went and prepared for the class that i've been teaching for a few weeks now and worked up my energy for it and was even somewhat optimistic that we'd actually get shit done today, and the one boy in the class burst that bubble when i asked them to have something specifically ready for the next class period. something along the lines of 'if you're not grading me why should i do the work, you're making me hate you because you are asking me to put effort into this class even though you are not a professor.' which is a point. he paid tuition to be taught this class by a professor, as did i, and neither of us are getting that. but this situation is what it is, we might as well make the best of it and stop fucking bitching and making this harder on me than it already is. which is selfish, i know. but we're stuck with it and so might as well work with what we have. and then freaked out because fire inspections were today and we had to move the cat and then it turned out that it wasn't too much to worry about really but at that point i hadn't eaten more than half of a piece of toast and was sick and tired and felt like just curling up and crying and dropping out of school forever, so i took a nap instead and felt a little better emotionally. and then kitty snuggled with me which helped more. but oh world, i don't want to deal with you tomorrow. Post a comment in response: |
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