Back-to-School Anxiety.

I’m getting stressed out about my job. I’ve spent the past couple of weeks going to trainings and meetings and listening to specialist after specialist talk about what working with the students is like, and the challenges of one of my students in particular. I’m tired of that. I just want to get the students, to see what they’re like, to learn about them from them.

“It’s a Girl!”

Today, I spent several hours at a local Nature Preserve and pool. Admittance is limited, since space in the park near the pool is extremely limited. Our group got there shortly after the park opened, paid our way in, and parked. We all geared up and made the quarter-mile steep-grade trek down to the pool.

Transitions.

There’s a reminder that I heard a lot at the school while I worked there [I suspect that I'll be back there once the new school year kicks off]; transition periods are hard. For some students, that meant Mondays after returning to campus from a weekend at home. For others, it was time spent in transit or switching from one activity to another. Regardless, some students require what is politely deemed “more support” during transition periods. This extra support can range from leading a student through processing hirs feelings [without explicitly naming the processing as such, since many students are reticent to use coping mechanisms that are openly labeled as such], to lowering expectations, giving more time to transition, and being generally more understanding of any irritability or anxiety on the student’s part. Sometimes we all need “more support”.

Classes, Hooray!

Alright, folks, it all comes down to this. My last semester of undergraduate studies. And it is going to effing rock. I’ve at least visited with all of my instructors, even if I’ve not had all my classes [Civic Engagement will meet next week].

Good Effin’ Morning to You, Too, 2009.

So, it’s a New Year. Hooray. Full of the potential for New Beginnings and other New Things. This year, like the ones preceding it, will have many New Things, mostly just reiterations of past years’ things with different colors for the pinstripes or a different style for the foils or whatever. People will celebrate the New Beginnings life has given them, because of course we need to set a freaking date to do that. [What, me? Cynical? Naw.]

Bottle Cap Magnets!

I freaking finished this meme. Please don’t expect me to keep updating every day, now. Because I won’t.

A Week!

I’ve stuck with the meme for this long. Wowzers.

Meme Day Seven:

01) Sleeping in a little bit. 02) E-mail from Meredith O. 03) Leftovers. 04) String of awesome lights from my Father’s Sister. 05) Delicious fair-trade lemon-lime pop from Epoch. 06) Corduroy. 07) Platonic soulmate date forthcoming.

That’s pretty much the story of my day. Other than that, I’ve been inexplicably exhausted. And now I’m going to watch Pan’s Labyrinth with my soulmate. It’s going to be awesome. Assuming I stay awake for it.

it is snuggle times | even if all i can get | is my comforter

That Day.

The day that spawned a month of rampant consumerism that left one bix-box employee dead and has probably psychologically traumatized scores of parents and children is almost over. And it was honestly a pretty good day.

Meme Day Five.

Meme Day Five:

01) Finishing off most of my Christmas activities. 02) Finding out that I only had one more chord to teach myself to finish “Sing” [Dresden Dolls]. 03) Teaching myself that chord. 04) Sartorial expeditions.

Stretch.

…that’s what today is, at least to complete The Meme.