My Cardboard Balcony

No introspection tonight. I don't want to. I'm not in the mood to. I'm just worn down. I love you all. Have a good weekend, okay?

I Was, Or I Wasn't by Belinda Roddie I wasn't RIF'd earlier this week - or maybe I was. Might still be. I don't know. Thought I could write something new in my novel lately. Or maybe I didn't. Either way, I couldn't. Kid shared a rather insensitive presentation in my class today, and I was foolish enough to let him do it. Or maybe I was just caught off guard. Or maybe neither. I don't know. I was told not to guilt about it, or else I'd be written up. Funny joke. Hah, hah, hah. I thought I could protect my students, help them learn and keep it safe and hate-free. Maybe I couldn't. I thought I was making this world better. Or maybe I wasn't. Or maybe I am. Or maybe I'm not. I don't know. Do I know what I'm doing? Do I know what I'm doing? Do I know what I'm doing? Do I know what I'm doing? Do I know what I'm doing at all?

I Was Negligent by Belinda Roddie She survived the car crash, but not the endless guilt.