Al R. Gee

my eyes itch. and they're watery. apparently I've decided to have allergies. all of a sudden. in my eyes.

follow the rabbit...

does anyone else feel this way? school is about to start and i'm very sad about the fact that I don't have to go buy pencils and mead notebooks and trapper keepers and folders and paperclips and erasers and all sorts of other great-smelling school/office supplies. (though you might catch me "window shopping" at staples anyway) I'm disappointed that I don't have to go sit in classrooms and take notes and learn things and spell things and sharpen my pencils. It feels kind of like being homesick, though it's a very dull ache at this point, being so many years removed from the going-back-to-school pilgramage.

I have friends that are teachers and they're busy getting their room ready, organizing, worrying about the kids they're going to have, thankful they know what kids they're not going that have. one friend's son will be going to school for the first time in a couple weeks and she's nervous but excited.

school is such this huge part of your life for so long...and all of a sudden it's gone. i can understand the "professional student." I really can. I would be all over that if I didn't have to be responsible and pay bills and things :)

I don't have anywhere else for this thought to go right now, but every now and then I have this urge to go back to school....if just to sit in a classroom again with my new notebook and pens, ready to take notes and tests, and not do homework...

It makes me think of a nooma that chris played the intro for me a little bit ago, talking about the past and how it needs to stay there, because we need to be present in this moment.

but I still wish I could go back, or do it again now, maybe do it right...because I'm also secretly convinced that I probably did everything all wrong...went the wrong directions...and we do, after all, only get this one life.

I think I think too much. I also secretly think I'm insane. I'm also a little tired and my eyes are itchy, thanks to my archnemesis, Al R. Gee.