Ok, so the stomach issues have calmed down. Thank you all who made suggestions. Turns out that drinking a couple cups of tea for breakfast and just being careful for the rest of the day works well.

Today is move-in day for the college. Which means Monday is the first day of classes. Would it be mean of me to wander down to the campus about 7:30 or so Monday morning to watch (and misdirect) freshmen as they try to find their first classes?

My stomach continues to get worse. If I eat in the morning, I get stomach cramps. If I don't for awhile, I just get the same cramps later. But they don't happen in the evening. I don't know what is going on, but something needs to change quick, because classes are starting soon and I can't leave my class in the middle to run to the bathroom.

I think I need to replace breakfast with a daily cup of mint tea. It helped get rid of my almost-ulcer (it healed before it could do much damage), and is a steadying neutralizer.

I'll have to pick some up at the tea-shop tomorrow.

THURSDAY UPDATE!!!

I'm feeling pretty good today. Last night's meal was just vegitables and a little tuna. I think I just had a few days of bad food and it took a little while to recover.

Gotta remember, don't shop while hungry, and donuts are only for Sunday morning

Just over a week to go. Wonder who I'll have in my classes.

I hope things will work well. I've got a feeling I'm going to have quite a few people drop from my classes. But that's ok. These should not be easy classes.

This time I'm doing something different. Before, I've coddled students along, going over everything they should have learned in high school. This time, I'm going to outline the things I think they should know by now (complex sentence structure, paragraphs, simple grammar and spelling) and tell them "if you can't handle this, I suggest you take the remedial English class that is available."

I've run out of patience for students coming unprepared to college. Some of the blame lies in the high schools, but some of it lies in students trying to scam the system into making a class easier.

I'm teaching formal writing, essay-craft, and critical thinking. I am not baby sitting.

I will, however, break anyone who hurts one of my students.

You know. I can't help but laugh when people try to make comments about my intelligence or people taking me seriously. Intelligence wise, I've never claimed to be a genius. I wouldn't want to be one, anyway. I have a cousin who is a legitimate genius, and the man has no social skills whatsoever. Sure, he managed to find a wife, but she's nearly as odd as he is.

But I also know I'm not an idiot. There is no question, and nothing anyone can ever say will make me question my intelligence.

As for people taking me seriously . . . damned if I know. Maybe people do, maybe people don't. Quite frankly, it is none of my business.

You know . . . all lunches should last 2 hours.

And come with wine.

I have an urge to go to Africa. I don't know why.

Ya know . . . I never know what is going on. Not in my hometown, not in people's lives, not on SG, not in pop culture . . . nothing.

And it isn't like I'm trying to shut everyone out, or I don't pay attention. I just don't keep up with things. Not sure why that is.

I also don't know what is going on in chickens' minds.

A new blog post. Why? Because I want to. I did my laundry, did my dishes, and it's too damned hot (Until tomorrow) to worry about much else.

Aaaaand . . . .that's about it.

Well, pool is over for me for the summer session. Next Sunday is a by-week (along with my friend's kid's 1st birthday. I shall spoil ), and the Sunday after that is my cousin's wedding. I'm ending with a perfect record of 4-0. Which is pretty good, considereing my spring record was something like 2-12 .

Why do tv reruns always show their Christmas specials on the hottest fucking day of the summer?

And why do I keep watching these idiotic sitcoms?

*GROUP HUG* to my peeps in blue.

*GROUP FART* to everyone else

Oh Crap, the little old lady writing group is here. I hope I remembered my earbuds