AUTHOR: Sara TITLE: Hormone-alicious DATE: 4/02/2005 09:01:00 PM ----- BODY:

I have only cried six times tonight, although the last bout was during Napoleon Dynamite. Is that healthy? There was something so poetic to me about the music in the end and the teatherball game between friends. Maybe it was just that their hair was so bad. This upcoming week is my last week of work for a while and then I have a track break. This particular break is four weeks long, which I am really looking forward to. Mike and I don't often argue, but his 80 hour weeks composed of student teaching, working fulltime, and trying to be my husband have taken a toll on his sweet disposition. He said today that our recent vacation was not enough and he is exhausted, frayed, and weary. I know this past month of "not knowing" played a part in the tension. Some months just suck more than others. For my final project for my Masters, I had to improve on an element from the educational domains for our school district and show proof of implementation in the classroom. I chose to work on integrating more multicultural elements with my students. (Yeah, like George Bush left me with much time for that, thanks to the "No Child Left Untested" Act.) My students are putting on a play this Friday called "Cora, Who Will Be a Poet." It is a play about the Day of the Dead Celebration in Mexico. (El Dia de los Muertos.) I am sure I will never compare to Jaime, but I honestly think it is going to be damn good. I'm off to find something new to cry about. I hate PMS.

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