omg, it's ...

july. how did that happen? where have all the vacation and the cowboys gone, paula cole? *gulp*

i felt like once july hit, my vacation was over. i have three weeks of grownup (albeit paid) work to do, from the 11th-27th. that's like the whole freaking month. and then august will be here, and since school starts on the 16th ... and there's still camp to be had, it's like vacation is already over. *sad face* and here i am, just getting used to sleeping 9 hours a night, and watching as much 24 as i'd like ... and getting to say "i'll see you tomorrow" to my team a lot ... and i feel like the grind is just about begun again.

and the weird way these fears have been manifesting themselves? omg. constant school dreams that play on loop, so i can't actually wake up when i want to. crazy dreams about getting the SAME group of kids AGAIN and they STILL won't listen to me. me shouting myself hoarse in this tiny new classroom that has weird angles. or new kids named edgardo and shavanda. i kid you not. or even weirder -- like i'm a teacher but i'm still going to the uber-formal homecoming dance, with my team -- but i actually don't know my team very well, and he's superpopular (think asian brandon walsh), and i'm all awkward and not understanding why he's with me ... man. talk about unrestful.

i don't wanna go back to school. :(