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Well, it's my last day of nannying this summer. On Monday, I start the professional development seminar (i.e. scripted program brainwashing), coursework at NHU, and getting my classroom set up for the year. I love teaching, but I so can't wait to go back to school. Not credentialing classes, but real school. I'm not cut out for life beyond the academy yet. I've been translating Homer and Catullus in my spare time, just so this phase of my life doesn't feel like a complete placeholder. Not that serving AmeriCorps has been less than fruitful; quite the contrary. Academia may be a crutch, but it's one for which I'll forgive myself.
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threetimes tomorrow, then getting the house shipshape for the landlady's walk-through. ("Rabbits? What eight rabbits?") I still want to drive up to visit my mom and sisters before school descends, but Geo has a project going at work which will make or break a permanent contract with Stretch and thus precludes out-of-town trips. Perhaps tutordennis and I will make the visit, and leave critter duty to Geo.
Missing B is like the ache before teeth emerge, the ache which rises up hard in the mouth of infants, who don't know where they end and their mother begins. Although his ghost is always in the corner of my vision, I seem to be pulling out of my recent depression and finding my voice without the symbiotic connection with B. Relationships shouldn't limit growth of the self, but they often do. I have this opportunity to create myself anew, and I'm gradually gaining back the impetus and energy to do so.
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threetimes tomorrow, then getting the house shipshape for the landlady's walk-through. ("Rabbits? What eight rabbits?") I still want to drive up to visit my mom and sisters before school descends, but Geo has a project going at work which will make or break a permanent contract with Stretch and thus precludes out-of-town trips. Perhaps tutordennis and I will make the visit, and leave critter duty to Geo.Missing B is like the ache before teeth emerge, the ache which rises up hard in the mouth of infants, who don't know where they end and their mother begins. Although his ghost is always in the corner of my vision, I seem to be pulling out of my recent depression and finding my voice without the symbiotic connection with B. Relationships shouldn't limit growth of the self, but they often do. I have this opportunity to create myself anew, and I'm gradually gaining back the impetus and energy to do so.
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