I've had this sinking feeling lately that I'm headed for 7 1/2 interminable months, crawling, crawling, and finally being dragged to the finish line in July. While I wouldn't call it depression, involuntarily sleeping for 12 hours, and then voluntarily staying in bed for another 2, generally denotes a decline in mental health. I have little interest in teaching anyone English, much less the drones of insolent students I'm forced to stand in front of all day. As some sort of cosmic joke, my hours finally increased by 3 hours at the high school, and will soon have 2 more once the middle school wakes up from their collective stupor and finally sets the schedule in stone.
My ideas so far to change my current downward spiral: learn to actually cook, beyond peanut butter and jelly sandwiches (in the works: stir-fry, pasta sauces, better omelettes), resume baking at site, and starting to exercise. That's about where it ends. There aren't a whole lot of options here. I already read a ton and have resumed studying French and German now that the GRE is over and done with it. If I were to have a good friend here, I think I'd have already met them given how few people are in my town. I realized today, talking to a student, that my mid-sized college campus was about 5x bigger both in terms of physical size and population than my town.
In the meantime, I have more games of solitaire to play, walls to stare at, and the inauguration of my high school to attend next week, about 2 years after it went from a building to a built. Someday I'll live among people again where such a tardy celebration would at least raise an eyebrow.
