Being a professor is hard work. Last night I had a late lab, like every Tuesday. Around dinnertime a couple of the students got snappy. So I sent them down to my office to get some m&ms and wouldn’t you know it? They were cranky because their blood sugar was low. I think that i am going to have to schedule little breaks in there so that they can go get something to snack or drink.

I am the same way. But I can’t leave them alone in the lab. It is really hard.

Hopefully next semester I will have a better schedule.

Gotta get back to prepping. I miss you. All of you. Really.

….with me when I move.

Well my yard sale was a complete success. I am so thankful for my boss’ help. I really could not have done it without her mad yard sale skills. I succesfully sold half of my belongings. My two bedroom apartment is looking rather sparse these days. Moving is going to be a cinch! I am resisting the urge to start adding things back into the mix. It is really hard not to though. lol.

I think I might end up going to Ikea tomorrow for the two things that I knew I was going to purchase to begin with. My way awesome kitchen table. And some chair pads for my Grandpap’s lounging chair that I am taking with me.

I hate when I know that I have to deal with someone jerky for another 15 weeks. Particularly when I want to punch them in the throat. Welcome to the rollercaoster that is teaching.

I am having a yard sale on Saturday. What this means to me:

1. I am hoping to sell a lot of shit.
2. Of the shit I will not sell, I am hoping to donate or throw away.
3. I am in the first great phase of purging for the big move (or in this case – after the yard sale – the small move).
4. My goal is to eliminate half of all my material possessions. This includes of course mostly clothing, shoes, and the occasional piece of furniture.

I can not begin to tell you how therapeutic this has been for me. I feel like it is a fresh new start after a year of “finding” myself. I finally have figured some stuff out and this move is a clean slate. I know it seems like I am putting alot into the move – but it is very symbolic in a lot of ways.

Another exciting change that has happened in the past two days – I have been elected Secretary/Treasurer for my bowling league. What this means to me:

1. I am in charge of approximately one thousand dollars of other people’s money per week.
2. I will be getting paid to take care of this said amount. Very nicely I might add. Enough to pay for my parking and then some at the new place.
3. I will be learning the skill of bookkeeping – which I currently have no knowledge whatsoever in. I am looking forward to the new challenge.

“A 16-year-old boy shot inside a vehicle Thursday in S***** R***** succumbed to a critical gunshot wound to the head Saturday morning, according to the S***** R***** Police Department…

…Police said the shooting occurred Thursday at 10:30 p.m. in the **** block of W******* Drive. Officers who arrived on the scene found three unidentified people outside a vehicle and [the boy] inside.

Investigators believe the homicide is gang related, and authorities are asking anyone with information to call the gang crimes team…”

There is a memorial set up on the street corner. The shooting took place about 400 feet away from my apartment. Neither of the boys in the house heard it and I was in Sacramento and missed it. But we drove by the site twice yesterday and I was filled with sadness and fear. Of course, there is a strong possibility that he was part of a gang and the people who shot him were part of a gang as well. But there is also the possibility that he wasn’t.

I knew we didn’t live in the best neighborhood. But I had no idea that a shooting would take place right outside. We are moving again in April. And I am sorry that we have to wait that long.

p.s. the clip came from the SFPost.

The omens suggest that you’re most likely to be happy and healthy in the coming weeks if you treat the whole world as your classroom. Thank God, then, that you won’t suffer anytime soon from sophophobia (a fear of learning) or optophobia (fear of opening one’s eyes). It’s my duty to inform you, however, that you could experience politicophobia (fear of politicians) or myxophobia (fear of slime). Ironically, that would be quite lucky, because it’s crucial that you avoid manipulative power-brokers and mud-slinging know-it-alls who might confuse you about the educational experiences you need to pursue.