Bad case of the mean reds
I am so glad this week is over. What a craptastic five days.
I think it's a combination of things. We're nearing the holiday and I just want to go home, it's getting close to the time where we have to decide whether or not we'll stay for a third year, I'm getting a cold, etc. Blah.
This semester went fast and I didn't really think too terribly much about coming back to the U.S. in December because I was too busy. Now, though, it's basically all I can think about. It's like I have blinders on and all I can see is snow.
Also, it's decision time. I thought it would be easy. For the longest time, I thought we'd so be moving back to Nebraska in June. Then, most recently, we started to think there really wasn't any way we were going to be ready to leave Indonesia quite that soon.
Now I'm just confused and I hate that. I hate being uncertain. I hate not feeling like I know what's going on, and I especially hate feeling like I have it all figured out and then find out I don't.
Granted, it could be just this week. Today, especially, was crummy. I had few classes, but one of the classes that's usually enjoyable (a study hall of sorts for some of the IB 11th graders) was most unfun. All the kids were in crummy moods and were either drowsy or uncharacteristically antisocial. Students who normally wander in and strike up cheerful conversations before getting to work were surly and seemed irritated with everything, particularly with me for some reason. Nice. I know it wasn't anything personal, but it didn't make for a great mood-lifter. Teenagers, I guess. Hooray for angst.
The whole week was kind of that way, and I know I'm letting it get to me far more than I should. Crummy weeks happen, and in the grand scheme of things my life is pretty good. It's just disheartening after having such a great quarter, great semester really, to have such a stupid week right before the long break.
I thought about coming home and curling up with my cat and more season two of One Tree Hill, but I think I've kind of had my limit of crabby teens for this week, so I'll go with an old favorite-Breakfast at Tiffany's. That ought to work somewhat toward curing, as Holly Golightly would say, the mean reds. Hopefully things will look better by Monday. Thank goodness for weekends.
I think it's a combination of things. We're nearing the holiday and I just want to go home, it's getting close to the time where we have to decide whether or not we'll stay for a third year, I'm getting a cold, etc. Blah.
This semester went fast and I didn't really think too terribly much about coming back to the U.S. in December because I was too busy. Now, though, it's basically all I can think about. It's like I have blinders on and all I can see is snow.
Also, it's decision time. I thought it would be easy. For the longest time, I thought we'd so be moving back to Nebraska in June. Then, most recently, we started to think there really wasn't any way we were going to be ready to leave Indonesia quite that soon.
Now I'm just confused and I hate that. I hate being uncertain. I hate not feeling like I know what's going on, and I especially hate feeling like I have it all figured out and then find out I don't.
Granted, it could be just this week. Today, especially, was crummy. I had few classes, but one of the classes that's usually enjoyable (a study hall of sorts for some of the IB 11th graders) was most unfun. All the kids were in crummy moods and were either drowsy or uncharacteristically antisocial. Students who normally wander in and strike up cheerful conversations before getting to work were surly and seemed irritated with everything, particularly with me for some reason. Nice. I know it wasn't anything personal, but it didn't make for a great mood-lifter. Teenagers, I guess. Hooray for angst.
The whole week was kind of that way, and I know I'm letting it get to me far more than I should. Crummy weeks happen, and in the grand scheme of things my life is pretty good. It's just disheartening after having such a great quarter, great semester really, to have such a stupid week right before the long break.
I thought about coming home and curling up with my cat and more season two of One Tree Hill, but I think I've kind of had my limit of crabby teens for this week, so I'll go with an old favorite-Breakfast at Tiffany's. That ought to work somewhat toward curing, as Holly Golightly would say, the mean reds. Hopefully things will look better by Monday. Thank goodness for weekends.
posted by Erin @ 5:16 AM
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