1. The newspaper staff at school chose me as the teacher most in tune with their generation. I definitely have to say that I am flattered by that.
2. I received two letters of thanks from graduating seniors. That was also very flattering, especially considering that I taught them in 9th grade and they’ve had encounters with other teachers since then.
3. Do you know what makes 30 year old single women desperate? It is the constant reminder of what society thinks you are missing in life. Everywhere I go I am affronted by the sight of happily pregnant women and new mothers. There are three at my school and everywhere I go in the building I am surprisingly caught in conversations about pregnancy, labor, infants, breastfeeding, caffeine, processed foods, etc. Then b/c very few people at my job know about my separation I get the “when is it going to be your turn?” look. I am not desperate. 99% of the time I am happy with my current situation in life b/c I know that its short term. I’ve only been separated for 5 months and have years to get remarried and become a mother. If I was allowed to just forget about where I’m “supposed” to be then I’d be perfect. I don’t even want to be pregnant–EVER (okay this changes sometimes)–but having to pretend that I enjoy these conversations really makes me self-conscious and I do start to feel like I’m running out of time. I can’t imagine what it would be like if I were 35 and desperately wanting to be pregnant. I think I wouldn’t be able to leave my house. Is there a polite way to say “There is only one baby and one pregnancy that I’m interested in hearing about. Since you are not M or S, I don’t want to hear it.” without upsetting everyone?
4. Friday afternoon I learned that the space between the elevator floor and the hallway floor is just large enough for my keys to fall into the elevator shaft if I drop them just so, and I’m not the only person in my building to find this out. I’ll have them back on Wednesday.
5. Tomorrow about 20, well-meaning people are going to ask me about my Memorial Day weekend. My answer to “What’d you do this weekend?” will be “Nothing.” Why? Because I don’t really have that many people to hang with and I’m pretty sure everyone had something better to do than entertain a single chic. I had considered stealing T from M and making her and her husband go out, but had a serious migraine by 6 and decided against it.
Okay, that’s enough for today. I’ll save some of this randomness for another time. I’m off to finish grading the last essays for this school year. WHOO HOO, only 6 more night school days, and 14 more day school days!!
