I spent a few years in Farmington, NM, apparently because Hell was full. While I was there I worked as substitute teacher. I observed a few interesting interactions. I learned that there is nothing more evil or insane in this world than Seventh Grade girls. I came to this conclusion after observing a group of girls absolutely verbally eviscerating each other. After several minutes of barrage, one of them remarked, “But your hair looks nice.”
I’m not sure what to make of that.
I’m feel like I’m drifting right now. I am torn between enjoying my self-motivated lifestyle (Worst brand name ever.) and missing teaching. I do take the occasional sub job at an exclusive private school where the contacts of the average students’ backpack cost more than my car, but it’s not the same as teaching my own class. It’s not as if I don’t enjoy the opportunity to write, and I have had some really productive days. I am finishing up a five story contract and have a fairly easy set of deadlines to meet. I have built up the kind of writing speed so that I could continue to edit and construct the last part of my novel, and the only real sense of rush I feel is trying to, for the love of God, finish closing out Steve’s house and finish putting my office together with the long anticipated giant bulletin board that Katboy insists on referring to as “The Murder Wall.” I even have a lot of projects eagerly awaiting lay out on the board.
But I have a really bad haircut
And that is harshing the whole vibe.