Unpleasant interaction with a student today. Not even my student. Not even that unpleasant really. The word bogus was used. Not by me. Really the whole thing rather trivial.
Then I had trouble letting go. Or something. The interaction went away but the feeling didn’t. And now student has been asked to apologized so the thing is still not done and I have to think about how one receives an apology. I want to apologize. Sorry if you felt I was disrespectful when I asked you to leave. Sorry if I didn’t make it clear what our class rules are. Sorry you were rude. This is why I am conflict avoiding. Conflict makes me sick. Then a parent meeting for elder boy swimming and I don’t know any parents and don’t really have any openings for new people in my life right now. So I sat in a far corner and listened. And wondered if coach could tell from my behavior which swimmer is mine. Home standing in the kitchen in my stockinged feet forgetting what I am doing... not moving because I don’t have any slippers on. Face felt kinda clay-faced earlier in day which likely primed me for poor recovery from conflict. I feel like I want to cry. Not for any reason or because I’m sad. Just because. Like it would be a good plan. Like it would relax something in my clay face. Elderboy and younger boy are singing a song about the quadratic equation. I will I’ll start taking 300 mg lamotrigine today. Only that. There is a study on use of TMS on bipolar depression st the Mayo Clinic. I won’t go. It must be hard to get enough people for studies. Too far. Too much time. Too scary. Comments are closed.
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K. BuchananQuaker, teacher, parent, |