>Gah.

>In what can only be described as a first, I am actually counting down the days until this holiday is over. I don’t think there has ever been a time in my last whatever years of schooling, especially in the last 6 years of undergraduate studies where I have looked at the calendar and just muttered a “damn” at the more than three weeks before the January 5th return date. Effing great. I mean I have a lot of stuff to do in this time period, but man I wish I was back in class.

It was nice the other night. I went out with Ryan and Stephanie to Christmas at the Mix Farm, which incidentally is actually a farm owned by a lovely couple with the last name Mix (contrary to my belief that Mix meant we were mixing with people). It was a wonderful celebration, and really the first time I have been in such a festive occasion in such a long time. There was caroling, candles, amazing food and great company. I sort of forgot my holiday Debbie Downer mood and joined into the happiness! And I also found more of my ex students from last years bout of teaching high school biology and science. I keep running into them! Its kind of nice, but it certainly reinforces the necessity to maintain a semi professional stance in and out of the workplace. I thought it was interesting the other night when I met one of my old students at a bar. The general consensus is to inform the bartender immediately and leave the premises when meeting any students you even suspect as being under the legal drinking age. However, it does not state this when the bar in fact is employing said student. Certainly I think at that point the bar has established that the person is of age to be working in an establishment like a bar, so I wonder if the onus is now removed off the teacher in such a setting. As a fiduciary figure, the teacher can be held liable for anything that happens to that student, should they for example, get into a DUI afterwards. I wonder what my ethics prof would say of this.

It is bloody effing cold this morning. I do not feel like working out at all. My body is tired, sore and generally lacking energy. I have upper chest and tricep scheduled in for today’s bout. Great.

Sometimes I think that listening to songs that just tear at your affective state worsen your state of self pity. And then I remember that I don’t think that they do, I know they do. But I let myself slide into that state nevertheless.

I know that we are young,
And I know that you may love me,
But I just can’t be with you like this anymore,
Alejandro

Don’t call my name,
Don’t call my name, Alejandro.
I’m not you’re babe,
I’m not you’re babe, Fernando
Don’t wanna kiss, don’t wanna touch
Just Smoke one Ciggarette and run.
Don’t call my name,
Don’t call my name, Roberto.

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