I watch entirely too much television. There is an episode of the Simpsons where Lisa unmasks town founder Jebediah Springfeld as a fraud. Over the course of the episode, auditions are being held for Town Idiot.
An actor presents his resume for Panicky Idiot #4.
I feel like I am constantly in the running for this role.
This is a particularly trying week. It is Holy Week and my class is presenting the Living Stations of the Cross on my favorite day, Maundy Thursday.
The whole concept is a big adventure for me; I have seven boys and two girls. All of my boys came back from Spring Break obsessed with farts and other inappropriateness. Still, I have faced worse. On Monday, Jesus was absent and Mary, the mother of God went home with Pink Eye. While Jesus is back, Mary is not. So I am now doing the 15 stations of the cross with 8 students.
Not only that, I have morning duty this week, which means I get to stand out on the curb from 8:30-8:50 in the morning. It rained yesterday, and today, a bunch of ants crawled up my pant leg and now I am covered with itchy pink welts. I don’t get a free period for another hour, so I can’t get any benadryl, which, of course, will zombify me. Right now, Zombie is better than Panicky Idiot.
Both of these things are keeping me from focusing on a large section of my big picture. I am incredibly lonely, and I may have made a mistake that will perpetuate the lonely. I know I can do a lot of stuff by myself. That doesn’t mean I necessarily want to.
I probably can function without coffee.
No one wants to see me try.
I don’t mean to have a woe is me tone,mostly a Job is me.