My poor poor blog

I miss writing in my blog. Honestly, I do. It's been about 2 weeks, and I haven't been able to devote one minute to it.

I've been missing a few things that used to be mainstays in my life: video games, exercising, watching Korean tv, talking to friends back home, cooking, etc.

It's my job's fault. Mostly. I'm taking a CELTA course at the moment, and that sucks up a lot of time as well. Combined, they suck up about 60-80 hours of my week.

When will it end? Well, my job finishes the last week of June, and the CELTA course finishes the last week in May. I'm scheduled to take another Pima class around the time that finishes, so it's not like I'll be getting a break anyways.

I can't remember ever being this busy in my whole life. Every chance I get, I stay late at school or go to school on my days off. For example, two weekends ago Song had a flight and was gone the whole weekend. Part of me was kind of happy, because it meant I was able to go into work and put in 10 hours each day during the weekend. It wasn't the normal part of me though; it was that starved, crazed, half-beggar/half-zombie part that's so run down and beat that it will do anything it can to somehow try and get out of this never ending cavern of lesson planning, emailing parents, grading papers, meeting with peers, talking to students, studying for CELTA, planning lessons for that too, going to class for that around 10-15 hours a week, never sleeping a full night hell week that just keeps repeating.

I read about Hell Week when I was a little kid. It's pretty interesting. I used to think that I had what it takes to be a soldier. When I was young, I thought that's what I wanted to be. Things changed over time though, I guess.

The thing that kills me is that each week that goes by, there's always a story or two that I want to chronicle down here, but I honestly don't have enough time in the day for it. Like last week, when I was riding the bus home, and an old, drunk Pakistani guy started talking with me and ended up giving me his cell phone number, and the number of his wife and his son back in Pakistan, just in case I ever wanted to show up and hang out. Or how I lost my wallet the other day, and thought for sure there was no hope, and somebody had stolen it, only to find out that it had dropped on the floor of the school van that takes me to work, and was laying there, just waiting for me the next day. Also, today I gave my 7th graders the task of planning to create a myth. When we started brainstorming, one of my kids wrote down that he wanted to write a myth about why clouds are blue. I had to point out that clouds are white. Oh yeah.....I got to substitute for a Spanish class today. I totally wish I could teach that regularly. That would be so fun.

Even my writing is down the drain. It reads like a 7th grader wrote it.

Song is trying to keep me in good spirits though, and we've had a couple talks about how I just need to keep a smile on my face and good thoughts in my mind. I'm trying my best.

Ok. I gotta wake up in 8 hours. Let's see if I can get a full night of sleep for the first time this month (which feels like this century).