Rant

There is nothing worse than sitting in front of the computer, wanting to write, but not knowing what is worth writing about. I'll puke if I write something more on love or recognition of humanity. I just watched 24...all I want to do is kill Jack's brother...or that little creepy guy Tom who forced Karen to resign. I spent much of my morning in workshops....on rubrics. Thanks, I've been teaching for 5 years; if I don't know what a rubric is by now I should have my teaching license revoked. And oh, let's not forget the delightful pick-me-up in the afternoon on suicide prevention and depression. We took a quiz at the end...10 questions. I answered yes to all but one that asked if I even contemplated ending my life. I do have trouble getting out of bed, feel exhausted, not eating well, need to escape, get bursts of energy, fatigue, caring about others more than myself...I must be depressed. But the purpose was to be able to prevent suicide or notice signs. Now I know. Who has that kind of time to sit and think of ways to kill yourself. It's more fun to just let it happen. I know, a bit morbid, but think of the excitement of not knowing.
I'll tell you what almost made me yack though. In class, this big ole' mama was wearing a silky red shirt with a locket. I looked at the locket and saw a puff of chest hair instead. I'm not talking about a few strands....no, this was a clump of hair. She had a hairy chin too. It was difficult for me to concentrate after that. I kept looking at her wondering if it was a dude or just a hairy lady. I didn't come up with a conclusion. Next class I'll have to be more attentive.
Evidently, that's all I got.