hooboy

i have not been a happy camper these last two weeks. i didn't know that it'd be the last two weeks of school that made this counseling gig unpleasant. between senior awards night and graduation, i almost gouged my own eyeballs out. top that with sophomore-now-junior parents who are officially starting to come suck up and students that still haven't made up their minds (or have changed them about 92 times) about the courses for next year ... i was just about to lose it.

in happier news, i am 3 days away from being FREE. in unpleasant news, i will be locked in my office for those three days staring at grades and course schedules, making sure kids have the requisite grades for the classes they want, and then calling them to tell them the bad news that they've been sent back to spanish 2 or geometry or what have you.

to add insult to injury, i am stuck in two san jose state classes. in happier news, the classes are not meeting monday-tuesday-wednesday from 4-10 for six weeks. in unpleasant news, the lack of classes are made up with tedious book assignments comprised of 92 questions per chapter that also makes me want to gouge my eyes out.

the cherry to this heaping pile of dung? my hair is falling out. the hairs are running for all exits. i have heard of this post-partum phenomenom, but secretly hoped that it would skip my juror number. no such luck. let's just hope that it will come back and i don't wind up with only 92 hairs like my mom.