The Synergistic Pen

Its 7:20am on a Sunday Morning.  I awoke thinking about all the “stuff” I have to get done today and I’m groaning and as indicated by this need to write in my blog, procrastinating.

I’ve waited all my life to be a grown up and I now, officially, hate it.  There’s way too much to do and hardly any time to do any of it!

Consider what needs to be done today:

• I’m uploading photos of my students to my Walgreens photo account as I type this.  They’ll need to be picked up.
• I have a test to write on Meteorology for the Science Olympiad Invitational in 4 weeks.  Climate anyone?
• I have a lesson to record for class this week.  Yes, I’ve started my Flipping pilot. (God help me)
• It might be a good idea if I clean my house… one day.
• I still need to figure out why my domain for the jewelry store site isn’t loaded in the correct place.  (that will probably take an hour of meaningful discussion with some IT geek)
• Dinner. right.
• Get some fresh air (I intentionally vegged out yesterday, watching the Matrix Trilogy so that I could FINALLY figure out the analogies.  I need to watch it all again next Saturday, I’m still confused)
• I should probably get some groceries while I’m out getting that fresh air.
• I should find an hour to read one of these books so I can actually get as close to reading 100 books this year as humanly possible.
• I DID say I was going to edit the novel this month, didn’t I?

*sigh*

In addition to what must be done, I am considering doing the following in the near future:

• signing up for a Oceanography grad level course
• going to the NSTA National Conference
• helping my niece with her Science Fair project on solar cells
• showing up for an alumni basketball game with my sister (why did I say yes, how do I get out of it?)
• playing photographer for my friend as she goes to cover a natural hair event for the online newspaper she writes for (and says I should be writing for, yeah, right)

I just want to watch tv, sing loudly to old R&B songs and sleep!  I don’t wanna grow up!! I don’t wanna be responsible for stuff getting done in a timely manner!  I don’t want to write lesson plans and sponsor clubs and cook meals and make sure everyone else’s lives are running smoothly!

I want to run away from home and join the circus or a gang or … something that is unstructured and possibly dangerous for my well being!  I want to sit on a beach with at least 4 of the 100 books I intend to read and simply read.  I want to edit the novel. I want to make jewelry and hum quietly to myself as I do so.

*totally blank stare*

I know what the problem is.  Its January.  Here in the deep, dark, cold tundra that is winter in Northwest Indiana (now that’s a lie, its been sunny and in the mid-40s for days now. I really must comment on ChemTrails and the artificially produced “mild” winter we are having one of these days.) I’m about to lose my mind.  I can’t be stir crazy already, can I?  That doesn’t normally happen until the end of February, right after it occurs to me that spring equinox is only 3 weeks away and I start getting excited about crocuses popping up through the snow.

I have my classes doing a critical thinking exercise called “Where Will You Be in 2033?”  After the shock of discovering they’ll all be in their 30s (and me in my 70s) we’ve all been kinda depressed about our lives and I spent the better half of the day Friday wishing I WAS sitting on a beach with a book.

*triple sigh*

I don’t wanna grow up!

Someone asked me yesterday how long I’d been teaching and why I taught other folks bad ass kids, etc. You know the sort of conversation that makes you want to kick a mofo’s ass.  As I explained what I did and how I was preparing myself to voluntarily leave the classroom to do more exciting things in education (I’ll tell you about that later), I wondered about my students who will be 33 in ’33 and how, when I was 33 (back in ’94) how the world was this amazing place and I was finally getting into the swing of being a grown up.  I wish I was 33 again, sorta;  just without the husband and the kids and the funky ass job … yanno, the beach scenario and all.

*total resignation sigh*

I’ll be ok.. . Maybe a day of museuming will lift my spirits.  I’ll work on that.

Have a good one humanoids!