Musing

I have a friend who once mused that, with each death, there's someone else being born. She said this right after her grandmother died, and her baby cousin (I think) was born. My roommate's uncle just died last week, about a week after we just saw him while camping at Allegheny State Park. Her boss just had a baby boy about a week before, though. And there it is, again.

Apologies....

Apologies for not writing for so long, once again. Working full time at a job that does not involve computers will do that to you. Really, though, this teaching stuff knocks the wind out of me once I get home. It's like go-go-go, gotta be "on," but when I get home, it's like, stare at the hundreds of channels that satellite television has to offer, and still, nothing is on. But you stare anyway.

The house is a mess; my room's even messier. I've decided not to let my sister come up to visit until there's some long weekend during the school year, mostly because I don't have a car yet, and it would be boring as all hell for her to come up and have nothing to do. Plus, I don't want to piss Mom off. She needs lots of notice for these things. It's so weird, because when I was Sarah's age, I went on all sorts of trips without Mom so much as batting an eye. But, at the same time, my sister does so much crap in her daily life that I would never have even thought of doing at her age. So, whatever.

It was funny, because at work the other day, I was talking to Karen's (our intern) daughter, Jenny. Karen is creeping up on 50, if she's not there already. Jenny comes to school to help Karen and me with the class. Jenny doesn't like that very much, cuz my kids are so mouthy and disrespectful. Karen has said that, in her 15 years of teaching ESL students, this is positively the worst behaved group she has ever been placed with. But sometimes she says that they're just "one of the worst groups." Just so you have some kind of idea of what I'm up against. Karen usually teaches in Rochester, by the way.

Oh, getting off track. So the funny part comes where all of the classes were at the beach on Friday, and I found out that Jenny is 16 years old, which is the same age as my sister. As coincidence should have it, her older sister is 22 years old, which is how old I am. Same age difference. So we were talking about all of the neat little parallels, except the funny thing is that Jenny is more like me, and Sarah is more like her sister (whose name excapes me at the moment). But, Jenny and I are both Libras, which might have something to do with it. Yes, you desperately needed to know all of this. Shut up. It's MY journal, not yours. Anyway, my sister is a Taurus. Real bull-headed. You tell her a secret and she promises to keep it. That is, until you piss her off, and then it suddenly "slips out" to Mom.

Then there are the times when she just makes things up just to say them, like when I was away at college for my birthday junior year. My mother called me up at work and was like, "Happy birthday, sweetie! Your sister says you're on speed. Want to tell me a little bit about that?" Of course I wasn't on speed. I don't know how I got through those four years without anything to alter the mind a bit--whether that be calming me down or releasing a few extra endorphins--but, I did. In any case, after me denying it up and down for a few minutes, Mom decides to tell me that what she really meant was, diet pills. While diet pills are, technically, a form of speed, it was not at all what I had pictured. See, Mum has a penchant for exaggerating, on top of it all. And that ain't even the half of it. Just for the record, I've never even touched a diet pill. Those sorts of thing have always sort of sceeved me out. Hey Mum, I drink Pepsi every morning to help me get through my day with those wretched children--I'm a speeeeed addict: Whoo!