it's like diarrhea

of the mouth.
i'm about to take a huge dump on this page.
consider yourself warned. we're legal. it's binding.
moving on.
i'd like to talk extensively about the fact that my car has been recently vandalized and that my cell phone has been stolen. i'd also like to say something about the recent lockdown at Westbury HS, the conflicts between local kids and New Orleans' kids, the connections between the disillusionment at my school and New Orleans, the slew of knife...incidents...and murders in (yes, IN) and around my high school. Poverty in Houston, gangs in Houston, drop-out rates, these are also on my mind.
or, i could mention that i discovered my highschool flame is stationed in Iraq (yes, in the desert with mortars falling around his bed)...two minutes ago. this also seems...you know...soul-shaking. or, maybe, i could actually mention something nice, for once...say yada yada about my prof forwarding me one of my grad school reccommendations, a letter so so glowing that i nearly wept.
so, you know...general crime, gang violence, evacuees, the war in Iraq, sneaking peeks at recc letters.

but all i really want to talk about is how much i suck at teaching. but now i'm too tired to talk about it, as is customary with teaching -- knowing what you want, but being too tired to do anything about it.
the end.