Tuesday, July 8, 2008

A Crappy Week (Literally)

It's not the best of weeks so far. The AC is broken and the ungodly hot temperatures outside have been making my apartment feel like a tin can. I've actually been suffering from heat exhaustion from being inside. Owing to the heat, I've been averaging two hours of sleep a night, which hasn't been helping matters. Meanwhile, poor Mindy got sick (most likely from the heat) and has had diarrhea since Sunday night. I was unable to take her to the vet, but luckily I found a friend who could take her for me. Now she's on the road to recovery, so at least I'm not cleaning up doggy diarrhea every fifteen minutes like I was on Monday.

Today the AC was also broken in two classrooms, which made for some miserable teaching experiences. The kids were fussing and begging me to do something, and I was trying to explain to them that, as I am not God, there was nothing I could do about the heat. I think the lack of sleep mixed with the intense heat and humidity is what brought on the migraine midway through my day. At any rate, teaching energetic children while suffering a migraine is no easy feat. As soon as I got home, I got medicated and dropped in front of my two fans. Uggg.

In spite of the lousy stuff that's been going on this week, I'm doing okay. I still look forward to work every morning, and thanks to Mindy, I love coming home in the afternoon and at night. Plus, there is one happy thought that I can wear as a talisman against grumpiness or depression: Only two and a half weeks left until I leave for the Philippines! I've already started packing, and I can't wait for my week-long dream vacation. I wish it were three weeks, but oh well. We can't always have everything we want...

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"Passage—immediate passage! the blood burns in my veins! Away, O soul! hoist instantly the anchor!
Cut the hawsers—haul out—shake out every sail!
Have we not stood here like trees in the ground long enough?
Have we not grovell’d here long enough, eating and drinking like mere brutes?
Have we not darken’d and dazed ourselves with books long enough?

Sail forth! steer for the deep waters only!
Reckless, O soul, exploring, I with thee, and thou with me;
For we are bound where mariner has not yet dared to go, And we will risk the ship, ourselves and all.

O my brave soul!
O farther, farther sail!
O daring joy, but safe! Are they not all the seas of God?
O farther, farther, farther sail!"

~Walt Whitman, "Passage to India"