Oh Steph. Do take care of yourself.

This is why I have bad associations with bananas--I always end up eating them when I feel sick, and then half the time I end up sicker and associate the banana with it.

Also, watching How to Get Away with Murder, and all I can think is "sure, they make the black kid go buy the lighter fluid while wearing a hoodie. Yeah, that's not going to unnecessarily be a risk at all, in this country...

HtGAwM is still a question mark for me. People are pretty unlikeable and Dean Thomas is too kermit/muppet in his credualtiy.

In other news, I have to brag about the awesomeness of my students. One kid had a seizure in the midst of class, and everyone else just kept working and acting like it was no big deal. When he was done, he looked around to see if anyone had noticed and because everyone was still working, it was "fine". He gets super embarrassed when it happens and panicking makes it worse. It's the second time this has happened in a week, and they are just busy trying to make him feel like it's okay. (one of the boys at his table came and got the tissue box off my desk and set it on their table and another boy at another table went to go find his mom who works at the school).

I have seriously nice students.

I still can't keep food down (sorry, gluten-free toast; you tried), so I'm suspecting maybe I have a bug that just coincided with the avalanche of work and gigantic ensuing panic attack (although I suppose I could have gotten so upset I made myself sick, but that's never ever happened before in my long history of losing my shit on an epic scale). I've got all the work finished and turned in that I can get done today, so I'm going to see if I can nap until Tim comes home (despite saying earlier than I didn't have time to nap). Meh.

I'm sorry you are having such a pile-on of a day, Steph. Glad you are taking a nap.

I have seriously nice students.

Yes you do! That's a pretty impressive display of care and support.

She asked him how long he had been a vegetarian, and he said he wasn't, but he was a VAGetarian. Yeah, his user name was actually ILoveToFU.

That is hilariously awful. At least he was kind enough to make it clear from the get-go that he was a non-starter.

Sophia, for what it's worth, I was rude to a barista at Starbucks the other day ... was on the verge of throwing the coffee (iced, not hot) at her.

It's been a bad, and very busy week, so having to wait while my iced coffee sat next to the machine while she fixe three fancy/complicated drinks before handing it over and then, when all I wanted was some milk (the insulated jug was empty ... and all they have to do is pull it out of the refrigerator), watch her take coffee from someone who wanted more milk in it, pour her coffee into a larger cup, then heat up some milk and pour it into the larger cup ... I still get angry about it.

Todd- it does help.

I get frustrated with myself that in all my now 41 years, I haven't been able to master the reaction where I am nice, nice, nice, nice, nice, and then I am unbearably rude and can't help myself or I burst into tears. I have gotten a lot better, and do it so much less often (maybe 1 or 2 times a year), but it makes me feel like a monster.

I wish I could have some middle ground where I was mildly angry, and able to be firm yet calm. I also think I am PMSing, because I almost yelled at several men on the bus yesterday. It was so crowded, and I am not small. I was in a seat with an older man spreading his legs so he could put his huge backback between them, and do a crossword puzzle on his lap. The young man behind me was leaning on the back of my seat in a weird, too close to my head way, and there was a man in the aisle with a backpack AND some sort of other pack/ukelele/canteen, and he kept hitting me in the back of the head with the backpack and my face with the other thing. But I am somehow incapable of just saying "Excuse me, your backback is hitting me". I know if I open my mouth in that situation it will not come out nicely, so I don't open my mouth.

Steph, I usually realize that I'm really sick when I completely fail to handle stress and flip out like a mammal. When I get out-of-control anxious and upset and it is THE END OF DAYS, I've learned that it's my body's way if signalling check yourself before you wreck yourself.

In conclusion: nap like the wind.

Sophia, that's when I gently re-position the other person (hand on their back or whatever) and just say EXCUSE ME.

Kat, your students are kind.

it does sound like a bug,steph.

when I have lost it and really it wasn't deserved, I've gone back and apologized for my behavior.

And I whined about work when I worked part time ... So really too many hours is ok

This has been a lunch time catch up