It started out with a kiss, how did it end up like this? It was only a kiss...

I’ve been teaching all morning and home-girl is beat. This mono thing—no es frio. For something called the “kissing disease,” you’d think it’d be maybe a little bit fun. My bed has never looked so good—not even when it was occupied by someone tall, dark, and handsome. I’m going to sprawl out and crash until… why until I wake up to go out, of course. *Scout’s already crashing.*

I realized something quite startling today while I was lecturing. I’m white. I know, I couldn’t believe it either, but apparently I am and therefore my lecture on affirmative action really didn’t have the desired effect. Obviously I am a woman so that should matter for something, but no, it became, quite quickly, a very white and black issue. And of course, I had quite a few of the white males who have apparently lost out in life because they are not minorities. I did not pick this topic. I was too tired to deal with this topic today. Why, oh why? Monday’s class shall be loads of fun.


I talked with the kid. Not really a talk I relish having again, but not what I expected either. I really suck at first impressions because I most certainly can’t figure people out. Maybe I just doubt the ability of others to love, respect & appreciate me, and then I act accordingly. Maybe if I stopped that, things would turn around. I’ll write that on my list of things to do.