This may not apply to you, but I have absolutely no idea what I’m doing with my life. I stopped blogging because I went back to work this past August as a high school teacher. For a while it was great–I got to open a new school and deal with all the funny parts of being a teacher. For instance, last week kids were caught having oral sex in a stairwell. Why the stairwell? Why not a bathroom or empty classroom? And if you’re going to go so far as to commit a misdemeanor, why not just skip school? There’s a movie theater across the street. You could just go to the matinee.
Anyway, now I’m bored.
School is still fun, but not the challenge it used to be. And now I have these two kids who had swine flu and I had to go to work. Now that the thrill of working again is over, I’m dissatisfied again. Is there something wrong with me? Am I just never going to be satisfied? Am I stuck in some horrible transcendentalist phase of my life where I’ll just stare at ponds and wonder about the meaning of life?
If that’s the case, I might just start to hate myself. I’m really not much of a philosopher–I usually just start wondering why these people don’t have jobs.
So, again, I don’t know what I’m doing with my life. Maybe I could be an astronaut…