My Cardboard Balcony

I have been very busy lately. Busy to the point of having no days off. Busy to the point in which I have to turn down hours from one job in order to get to assigned hours for another. Busy to the point in which I am not reading and reviewing as much, or writing as much. Busy to the point of confusion, yet oddly enough, also to the point of a bizarre satisfaction, a strange enjoyment of the fact that my schedule, for the first time in a while, is almost packed. And keep in mind, this is before my teaching credential program has even restarted. I bought a planner recently because for the first time, I was messing up my schedule. I was missing appointments, forgetting about favors I was going to do for family, and mucking up meeting times. Pretty soon, I might even use my smartphone to keep track of my calendar. Despite the fact that my teaching job is supposed to be somewhat calming down in order to prepare for the fall semester and for my teaching credential, in the last two weeks,

Your Final Warning by Belinda Roddie This council meeting will last seventeen hours. Don't fall asleep.

Something inside Teresa's head must have finally snapped, because before any of us could even take a breath, much less blink, Fred was on the floor with a bloody nose, and Oliver was howling in the corner, holding his arm. Just a second before, they had been chuckling, wiping their beer-frothing mouths with the corners of their beer-stained T-shirts, thinking such a woman of small stature could never stand up to their bullying. But they were wrong. Oh, how they were wrong.