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Teaching is exhausting. Losing your temper is exhausting. Being around kids you want to throttle for hours at a time when you have to maintain your smile, utterly draining.

I'm sitting at school, listening to the cars go by on the paseo outside; the sound of it alone tires me even more. I'm still here because I'm waiting for my report cards to be issued so that I may fill them in before parent-teacher conferences tomorrow. In reality, though, I probably would not have the energy to walk to the car and drive home even if I didn't have to wait.

Tricia is visiting Friday. Such has become my mantra to get me through the last two weeks, which have been less an emotional rollercoaster and more an emotional maelstrom/electrical storm. I feel as though the other shoe has finally dropped.

I love my students, but I need a break. I have been running non-stop since August 16th, without a moment of downtime. Even the unbalanced wheels on my cars say, "Catch up, catch up, catch up" the entire way home. I buy my breakfast at the traffic light on Figueroa-- thank God for the Mexican propensity for street vendors. I buy my lunch (IF I eat lunch) at Oxxo. I sleep through dinner.

Friday cannot possibly arrive quickly enough.