Passive-aggressive thoughts on education and meritocracy

Don't you dare call yourself an educator if you refuse to admit that you still stand to learn things from the people you are teaching to.

I'm in a devil of a mood

Sometimes I wonder why we do what we do. I never thought of myself as the type who'd stay long in a thankless job, but I consistently prove otherwise.

At this rate, I could probably become a mail-to-order bride by my twenty-second birthday. God knows I'd love to be treated like dirt by people who don't give a fuck about me.

(This post makes me wonder where all this angst was when I was thirteen--the age where angst was more than normal, it was practically a qualification.)

Evergreen, evermore

Is it weird that Maria and Capt. Von Trapp are one of the few things in the world I actually believe in?

Panic is what panic feels like

School on Monday. I am seriously fucked.