A great shamal raises dust, triple digit temps, hell with wind it is today. Is a forty minute walk advisable? Why in God's name am I here and why was I so thankful when I arrived?
Getting a road pass was squashed like a cockroach on my kitchen counter. The US embassies will no longer have anything to do with attesting diplomas which means I'd have to go back to Carbondale, get a notary public shtamp and a few shignatures and then go to Shpringfield for a few more shtamps and then, bloody then, it'd be off to DC for more shtate department shtamps. All this to cross the border 3kms away from me so I can enjoy the occasional beer or the weekend sausage and egg biscuit.
I seriously question the value of all of it now and as a result a quality of life fizzles, such desires really, oh master, lead to temporary fulfillment that'll never quench my desire to enjoy life. Shame on you, return to your grotto with your crappy tv and consider your reading. A good book I do have this weekend. 'The Idiot' by the Russian dude.
So, again I return to the round square. I save money and for what? I can't see and can't plan for the life of me. In ten years what in God's name am I going to be if I don't work, if I can't work, if I am no longer desirable in my defaulted field. I have to save enough to buy a vw van and travel around to art fairs and sell my photos. That sounds pretty simple, right? I'd sleep in the back and wash my hair at the supermarket, in the vegetable section. The morning is the best time to do this when the sprinklers are turned on.
My students took their first quiz yesterday, can a nine page quiz really be called a quiz? I guess if it's only worth ten percent. I've graded half of them and five out of 13 have passed. Pfffttt. Repeaters they are, there are issues that are out of my reach. Language issues to start. How can I make them better learners if they don't give a rat's ass about being here? Why does a student who lives thirty minutes away receive a stipend to attend this place? $260 a month is pretty good for some who've never lifted a finger in their lives.
And then there are those who did ok. What is motivating them? That motivation I should find a way to tap into and use on the others.
I watched '2012' yesterday for the first time. How ancient such tomfoolery was, surely I wasn't the only fool who was fooled. No matter how bad the world gets, according to CNN and BBC, it'll never get THAT bad. We're here for the duration, let's make the best of it. Ok, I'm getting psyched up, let's make a plan to...to...to what. Walking home is going to suck.
Getting a road pass was squashed like a cockroach on my kitchen counter. The US embassies will no longer have anything to do with attesting diplomas which means I'd have to go back to Carbondale, get a notary public shtamp and a few shignatures and then go to Shpringfield for a few more shtamps and then, bloody then, it'd be off to DC for more shtate department shtamps. All this to cross the border 3kms away from me so I can enjoy the occasional beer or the weekend sausage and egg biscuit.
I seriously question the value of all of it now and as a result a quality of life fizzles, such desires really, oh master, lead to temporary fulfillment that'll never quench my desire to enjoy life. Shame on you, return to your grotto with your crappy tv and consider your reading. A good book I do have this weekend. 'The Idiot' by the Russian dude.
So, again I return to the round square. I save money and for what? I can't see and can't plan for the life of me. In ten years what in God's name am I going to be if I don't work, if I can't work, if I am no longer desirable in my defaulted field. I have to save enough to buy a vw van and travel around to art fairs and sell my photos. That sounds pretty simple, right? I'd sleep in the back and wash my hair at the supermarket, in the vegetable section. The morning is the best time to do this when the sprinklers are turned on.
My students took their first quiz yesterday, can a nine page quiz really be called a quiz? I guess if it's only worth ten percent. I've graded half of them and five out of 13 have passed. Pfffttt. Repeaters they are, there are issues that are out of my reach. Language issues to start. How can I make them better learners if they don't give a rat's ass about being here? Why does a student who lives thirty minutes away receive a stipend to attend this place? $260 a month is pretty good for some who've never lifted a finger in their lives.
And then there are those who did ok. What is motivating them? That motivation I should find a way to tap into and use on the others.
I watched '2012' yesterday for the first time. How ancient such tomfoolery was, surely I wasn't the only fool who was fooled. No matter how bad the world gets, according to CNN and BBC, it'll never get THAT bad. We're here for the duration, let's make the best of it. Ok, I'm getting psyched up, let's make a plan to...to...to what. Walking home is going to suck.
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