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Sunday, January 1st, 2006
4:05p - Changes and Depression


I wish I could quit at semester. They are really flaking out all around, and through no fault of my own, I get to try to clean up the mess. What irritates me most is that I did something I NEVER do -- I went in last spring and told my boss that it was going to happen, and suggested a solution, which, of course, was too much effort to implement. FAR better to try to scrap a program the week before Christmas and dump everything, then say, "It's all for the best." Unbelievable, simply unbelievable.

I suppose if we water stuff down far enough, we'll reach that magical spot where no child is left behind, whether they want to be, or not.

I can just see it now.

"Okay, now, students, listen up. All you have to do is WALK INTO THE BUILDING AND BREATHE. On the count of three -- everyone, One, Two..."

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5:19p - Reflections


The last time I was in with Dr. B, I talked to him about the Terry Shrivo debate. He made a note in my chart, so I KNOW he was taking me seriously. Nobody, nobody should have to be kept alive like that for no benefit. Nobody, nobody should become a pawn in a political debate about life and death. When it comes to life and death matters, quality counts. We've reached the point where we can prolong a life indefinitely. That doesn't mean we SHOULD.

Ideally, death, like abortion, should be an INDIVIDUAL's personal decision, made thoughtfully, for their own personal reasons. Like abortions, if you don't believe in doing it, DON'T. But don't try to control the lives of others. They don't march to the beat of your drummer, nor should they.

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5:24p - A Love Story


I will seek and find you.
I shall take you to bed and have my way with you.
I will make you ache, shake & sweat until you moan & groan.
I will make you beg for mercy, beg for me to stop.
I will exhaust you to the point that you will be relieved when I'm finished
with you.
And, when I am finished, you will be weak for days.

All my love,
The Flu
(Now, get your mind out of the gutter and go get your flu shot!)

Last year, by the time I COULD get one, the season had passed. This year, I was sick the day we could pay for one at work. I mentioned it to the school nurse, and one day the next week, she popped her head into my classroom and told me the public health nurse was in her office and would be glad to give mine to me now. She watched my class while I went down. So far, so good.

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