It's the time of the year when the walls start to close in on me, and my brain feels fuzzy, and my body is restless and feeling the need to move around while wanting to do nothing but sleep. Doctors call it seasonal depression and try to jack me up on their pills. I just want to feel good. I just want to be surrounded by the people I love, and enjoy their company.

Where are they now?

Why do I just feel lonely and angry?

The apartment is a mess. There are coffee rings on my desk, lint on the carpet and dishes in the sink. It's driving me crazy and yet I can't muster the strength to clean.

I think I will go for a walk and see if the sun can burrow into my skin and leave no more room for all of these bad feelings.

MESSES FOR THE MASSES

So THIS is what it is to be a teacher. Messes EVERYWHERE!

Taser

It was a week. A week from hell. I should never EVER be this much of a punching bag for the pre-pubescent population (*nods* to Julie who was clever enough to come up with this analogy). However, it is truly shocking that I CAN manage (for the most part) a classroom of 30 kids who are there against their will.....without a taser.



Although a taser would be excellent...


...think happy thoughts Jenn. Happy thoughts.