tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-72135692011-09-09T03:12:18.072-05:00The musings, rants, and general complaints of a schoolteacher in the MidWest. I have no real social life, which sucks for me personally, but makes my dog happy- he is the center of my universe! Come on in, take your shoes off and stay a while... who wants pie and coffee?Tsarinanoreply@blogger.comBlogger1691100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7213569.post-1156092663621941562006-08-20T10:55:00.000-05:002006-08-20T11:51:03.930-05:00

Grrr, I really dislike having a summer cold. I know, I know, there are much worse things that can (and have) happened in my life, but this is still unpleasant.I'm also beginning to feel the pressure of teaching for ISATs. I've never taught 7th grade before, and they take the state science tests; there's a lot of pressure. The state has been telling us that "Next year, 8th grade will take them"...

Tsarinanoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7213569.post-1155398523513440482006-08-12T10:41:00.000-05:002006-08-12T11:02:03.586-05:00

Sigh, finally a (relatively) calm week. We still don't have a math teacher on our team. Amy applied to transfer, but HR is dragging their feet. She's an excellent math teacher (a rare find), and our old school does not want to let her go so close to their classes starting.I have to admit, she did really upset me last night, though. J was with us and she began saying things that you should not say

Tsarinanoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7213569.post-1154816517768905542006-08-05T16:48:00.000-05:002006-08-05T17:21:58.036-05:00

Geez, how does the time get by so fast? We're about to start our third week of school already. I've finally got most of the names, but every day there is at least one new student in my classes. I'm going out with the girls tonight- it's been ages and I'm really looking forward to it. There is a huge festival downtown, and it's a great place to see former students. I need to go to the store and

Tsarinanoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7213569.post-1154279795282120892006-07-30T11:50:00.000-05:002006-07-30T12:16:35.326-05:00

It seems like forever since I've been here. So many things going on that I feel like the proverbial one legged-man in the ass kicking contest.First of all, John has worn out my sympathy. He was released on probation with two of the class X felonies being held over his head. He followed the rules for exactly four days. He has refused to go to his community-service work, he's begun sneaking out at

Tsarinanoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7213569.post-1152855589398024302006-07-14T00:08:00.000-05:002006-07-14T00:39:49.433-05:00

Inanna has made me begin thinking about a lot of things with her last few posts. Let's just say, I understand where she's at. Bless you, Nanner, for where you've been and where you're going.I spent most of last night at the police station, trying to pick up John. They called at 3 looking for J, who is in Chicago. They said they couldn't reach J's mom, and could I come down. I did, and waited...

Tsarinanoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7213569.post-1152128808740925512006-07-05T14:26:00.000-05:002006-07-08T20:12:36.633-05:00

"Celebrated" the 4th with my family. J didn't go- I haven't told them about him yet. He's hurt by that. He seems to think that once I do, he'll be able to talk to them and they'll be ok with everything. It's not going to happen like that. I can tell you now, I will probably never see my parents again. I know, I know, you're wondering why I haven't told them yet, as that would be a huge relief.

Tsarinanoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7213569.post-1151352113449050412006-06-26T13:49:00.000-05:002006-06-26T16:25:41.060-05:00

Just got back last night from J's family reunion. I have been to Chicago thousands of times, but every time I go with him, I see things I have never imagined. His family is mostly from the south and southwest sides of town. While the south side seems like almost any working class area, the southwest side is like being on a different planet.Driving down the street, you see people selling

Tsarinanoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7213569.post-1150912366984385232006-06-21T12:42:00.000-05:002006-06-21T12:52:47.023-05:00

Can you believe it? We just got J's bill for his emergency room visit...$2443.93!!! Plus we haven't gotten the bill for the pathologist. Of course, when you work day labor for cash, there is no insurance, so we're screwed. He is working in Chicago now- for the union so he has some security.We just got moved into a new house. Not bad for a rental- so many of them are downright scary. I should be

Tsarinanoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7213569.post-1150059598369665782006-06-11T15:43:00.000-05:002006-06-11T15:59:58.400-05:00

In this circus that I call a life, I have learned that if you're on the brink of crying, go ahead and laugh it off. I laugh a lot. Let me share this year's installment of "Tsarina's Birthday of Doom": (cue ominous music)The phone rang at 7:22 (yup, am...FUCKING A.M.). I should explain that J is a day laborer, so never knows exactly what to expect. It was him on the phone, asking me to bring his

Tsarinanoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7213569.post-1149732514753050382006-06-07T21:03:00.000-05:002006-06-07T21:08:34.783-05:00

Tomorrow is June 8. Again. Another birthday- Yippeee. Some things never change. Some things, like the fact that my birthday always sucks. I have no reason to believe that this year will be any different. I'm feeling sorry for myself; something that I do a lot of this time every year. Anyway, eat some cake, drink a beer, and think of me.

Tsarinanoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7213569.post-1148922986213615462006-05-29T11:37:00.000-05:002006-05-29T12:16:26.496-05:00

I am depressed. Not "goodbye cruel world" depressed; more "leave me the fuck alone cruel world" depressed. It's not just the miscarriage- I don't think it's any ONE thing, just the constant heaping of everything.Professionally, this has been a miserably unsuccessful year. I am ashamed to admit that of my 140 (yes the number is ridiculous) students, I really can't stand about 80 of them. I have

Tsarinanoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7213569.post-1146497751330189702006-05-01T10:09:00.000-05:002006-05-01T10:35:51.446-05:00

Many things can go wrong when someone is pregnant. It's not uncommon for someone to miscarry at around 8 weeks. I know that usually when it happens, there was something wrong with the fetus. It's one thing to know all of that in your mind, and another to convince yourself of it. Even in 8 weeks, I had begun to imagine what it would be like...This is also a time to find out your friends' true

Tsarinanoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7213569.post-1145741069128955682006-04-22T16:16:00.000-05:002006-04-22T16:24:29.143-05:00

I swear to God, if he EVER makes bacon in this house again, I'll fucking kill him. It's not just the initial smell (which brought about vomiting twice). The trouble with it is that I currently have the ability to smell like a police dog, and for the past four days, every time I come in, all I can smell is bacon. I'd talk about how gross it looks, but I'm feeling queasy enough.No one ever REALLY

Tsarinanoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7213569.post-1145242150106753032006-04-16T21:43:00.000-05:002006-04-16T21:49:10.116-05:00

I feel weird. I have absolutely no energy, and sleep every free minute. I don't feel like eating until I'm absolutely starved. Even then, I can only eat a few bites without feeling sick. I keep having really strange, vivid dreams. My body has stopped controling its temperature... I'll be really cold for a while, then all of the sudden, I feel like a middle-aged woman having a hot flash. In spite

Tsarinanoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7213569.post-1141588169404230952006-03-05T13:36:00.000-06:002006-03-05T13:49:29.416-06:00

Sometimes, when I get too full of myself and my problems, I'm jerked back to reality with a thud. Along that note, I'd like to ask anyone who reads this to say a prayer for my friend, Angel.Angel has had more bad things happen in her life that most people could live with. In the past four years, her husband cheated on her while she was pregnant with their second child (actually, their 3rd; a son

Tsarinanoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7213569.post-1140459163827487532006-02-20T11:57:00.000-06:002006-02-20T12:21:31.013-06:00

Ok, I'm back. Still sick- no, Inanna, not mono, although doc can't figure out exactly what's wrong. He's run so many tests that I think I'm low on blood, and all I DO know is it's not HIV, mono, or anything else that they can identify. I've taken so many pills that I'm starting to rattle when I walk. The idea that I think is most possible is an environmental cause. I've been renting this house

Tsarinanoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7213569.post-1139122275000651212006-02-05T00:26:00.000-06:002006-02-05T00:51:15.100-06:00

Greetings, all! Next time I say that all is well, just friggin shoot me! I've spent the past week sicker than I've ever been in my life. Strep throat again, and this was the worst pain I've ever felt. On the upside...doc gave me heavy duty painkillers.My poor kids had subs for two of us most of the week, and in case I haven't mentioned it before, we don't get the cream of the crop subs. In my

Tsarinanoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7213569.post-1138471473232195672006-01-28T11:51:00.000-06:002006-01-28T12:04:33.250-06:00

Can't wipe this stupid smile off of my face. For one brief moment, everything in my life is going well (knock on wood). James is doing great at home-school... he comes to my house during the day and is completing work while I'm at school. His work isn't as great as I'd like, but he is at least trying.His dad and I are seeing each other pretty regularly. We went out to celebrate Amy's divorce last

Tsarinanoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7213569.post-1137855924478588642006-01-21T08:43:00.000-06:002006-01-21T09:05:24.553-06:00

Good news all around. The kid with the gun was caught on other charges and is going to be spending a significant amount of time in a confined setting. His friends don't seem to want to continue his grudge against James.I did have a rough day yesterday with two of my favorite kids in fifth hour. I ended up pulling each of them into the hallway and calling home. I hate to do that, but it lets the

Tsarinanoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7213569.post-1137274096173858902006-01-14T14:51:00.000-06:002006-01-14T15:28:16.230-06:00

I know, I know, it's been a while. There's been a lot going on lately- most of it unpleasant.I've been battling strep throat and pneumonia for a couple of weeks now. I haven't had a voice for over a week, which makes it hard to do my job. On the bright side, two of my classes have turned a corner, and were really good because they knew I was sick. Last year, I could have counted on all of my

Tsarinanoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7213569.post-1135702865784157832005-12-27T10:28:00.000-06:002005-12-27T11:01:05.846-06:00

Holiday greetings! I had the most wonderful Christmas in memory. Some strange and amazing things happened that have renewed my faith in miracles. Let me share something that happened on Christmas Eve:I went to my parents before going to Cruella's for dinner. Normally, I have many gifts for my parents, including stockings. This year, I had one gift. I explained to them that while they didn't get

Tsarinanoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7213569.post-1134920772291281202005-12-18T09:15:00.000-06:002005-12-18T09:46:12.410-06:00

Well, the contract was ratified, and we returned to work last Monday. The changes, you ask? Nada. The high school day is slightly shorter (10 minutes), but that's it. And my raise? Originally, the district was offering a pretty good chunk of change to those of us lower on the pay scale, and a smaller one to the top end...you know, the people on our bargaining committee... My raise now is around

Tsarinanoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7213569.post-1134156991920757712005-12-09T13:15:00.000-06:002005-12-09T13:36:32.026-06:00

I have planning period first hour. This is the time when I'm supposed to be able to work on class stuff, but it never works out that way. The second week of school, I spotted John wandering around in the hallways during this time. I asked where he was supposed to be, and with his sly smile, he said he'd just gotten to school. I looked at his pass, and saw it was from fifteen minutes before.He

Tsarinanoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7213569.post-1133930862196094672005-12-06T22:24:00.000-06:002005-12-06T22:47:42.216-06:00

Ok, I'm depressed. Tomorrow begins day six of the strike. I miss everything about my job- the kids, the principal, even the obnoxious Ass principal. My boys went back to Chicago to visit family. This scares me, as I'm afraid Grandma is considering moving back up there with them. I guess since I have time, I could share some of the events of the past few months.James failed his first quarter in

Tsarinanoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7213569.post-1133542493800854642005-12-02T10:21:00.000-06:002005-12-02T10:54:53.866-06:00

Ok, the first couple of days were pretty cool. I slept late, enjoyed time with friends, and got in a little action that would never have happened if I had to work the next day. Now, I'm just ready to get back to work. I miss my kids, my boys are still in Chicago, and I haven't heard from them, and my bathroom is overrun with hamsters.The saga of the hamsters began a few weeks ago, when two of my

Tsarinanoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7213569.post-1133378319479662222005-11-30T13:02:00.000-06:002005-11-30T13:18:39.516-06:00

The phone rang at 4:30 am...never a good sign. The bitchy voice on the other end informed me that I needed to be prepared to picket at 7:30, and to dress warmly. I grunted and rolled back over. At 6:00, I checked the TV and the news said that schools are closed. My mind reverted to its twelve year-old self, and shouted "SNOW DAY"!!! I slept until 11, ate some Captain Crunch, and watched some

Tsarinanoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7213569.post-1133053050820587962005-11-26T18:48:00.000-06:002005-11-26T18:57:30.833-06:00

This will be brief, and hopefully some of you still come by. So much has happened in such a short few months.Lots of stress at work (not new). James and his brothers have become very dear to me- to the point that when their grandma passes away, they may come live with me. She's thankfully gotten stronger, though, so hopefully that won't be for a very long time. Their dad and I have begun a slight

Tsarinanoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7213569.post-1126474901356924942005-09-11T16:29:00.000-05:002005-09-11T16:41:41.363-05:00

I've known that this post was coming for some time, but have been trying to put it off for as long as possible. I'm going to have to say goodbye for a while, and it breaks my heart. Many of you have become friends as dear to me as those in my "real" life. I feel like you know me better than many people whom I see daily, which is why I know you will understand my absence.The cost of gas and the

Tsarinanoreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7213569.post-1125847360858265842005-09-04T09:37:00.000-05:002005-09-04T10:22:40.900-05:00

It amazes me how much I can grow to care for my kids in a couple of weeks. It's a long weekend, and I'm hoping they'll all be safe. There are really only 3 of my 115 that give me crap; unfortunately, 2 of them are also in my homeroom. There are about five that are so unbearably cute that I'm glad they will do what I ask, because it would be really hard to be mad at them!I've also been working

Tsarinanoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7213569.post-1125156671434665582005-08-27T10:03:00.000-05:002005-08-27T10:31:13.136-05:00

I am completely overwhelmed. It's one week into the new year, and I already feel like I'm in over my head. The pressure on us is incredible this year. We're beginning our 5th year on the watch list, which means if our test scores don't meet a standard set by the government, we can all lose our jobs. I have absolutely no problem being held responsible for my students' learning; what I do have a

Tsarinanoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7213569.post-1124248182050180682005-08-16T21:34:00.000-05:002005-08-16T22:09:42.076-05:00

Ok, I made a few bucks and paid the phone; one crisis avoided. Then I ruptured a disk in my back moving the mountain of new textbooks that my stupid fucking dept. head was too lazy to help with. Ann, Nina, and I have spent almost two weeks working on this shit, then dh goes to the principal and tells him what a wonderful job SHE has been doing, but wishes she'd gotten more support from us.

Tsarinanoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7213569.post-1123255054343404342005-08-05T09:27:00.000-05:002005-08-05T10:17:34.423-05:00

Ok, boys and girls, it looks like Tsarina may be absent for a while, and honestly I don't know when I'll be back. You see, Verizon is demanding their money, which I absolutely agree that they deserve. It's not that I'm a complete loser, but I believed that when I was told I would be paid for all the meetings I attended this summer, and that I'd be reimbursed for the conference in June, that I

Tsarinanoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7213569.post-1123087640878113592005-08-03T11:09:00.000-05:002005-08-03T11:47:20.920-05:00

I don't have normal fears like other people. I'm not really afraid of being robbed on a dark street late at night, or of death, or of any of the other typical things that scare most folks. It's not that I believe that I'm immune to these things; I simply don't worry about them.What does scare me, you ask? Snakes are my biggest "outside" fear (outside meaning outside of myself). I do realize that

Tsarinanoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7213569.post-1122589836557963352005-07-28T16:25:00.000-05:002005-07-28T17:30:36.610-05:00

My great aunt's memorial service was today. It was held in the town where I grew up; I'll call it Hell. It occurred to me yesterday that because her daughter was in my class at school (and she was pretty popular), I would be seeing some of my classmates at the service. Well, as I was the complete opposite of popular, this realization caused me some stress. I dealt with it like the mature

Tsarinanoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7213569.post-1122167506772433292005-07-23T18:41:00.000-05:002005-07-23T20:11:46.810-05:00

IT'S DONE!!!! After about 40 hours over the past 4 days, I'm happy to report that the student handbook is finished...all 114 pages of it! I do still want to add a couple of things to it, but the hard part is over. I have the disk with last year's on it (created by Ass Principal): how that man has gotten as far as he has with such a limited grasp of the English language is beyond me. He's probably

Tsarinanoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7213569.post-1121580343473837842005-07-17T00:31:00.000-05:002005-07-17T01:07:35.316-05:00

First of all, I must acknowledge Jam Daddy's "dipsomaniac" comment on the last post. I'll admit, I had to look it up, and maybe you would have gotten a rise out of me a few days ago. However, a couple of things have changed: 1- I had sex recently, and 2- I have seen the promised land, and it's name is Slumber Parties. I spent next month's entire power bill on "accessories". Unfortunately, most of

Tsarinanoreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7213569.post-1121479427092273692005-07-15T20:08:00.000-05:002005-07-15T21:03:47.100-05:00

Two posts in one day- Tsarina needs to find a hobby!I wandered to Nobius' place and stole this:The 5 Right Now Meme.5 things you feel right now:RelaxedLazySweatyBetter about my appearanceGoofyLast 5 things you bought:ice cream cone...mmmmmpizzagas- ugh, don't remind mecheap wine (shut up, JD)a song on Napster, which is an evil empire5 objects of lust:DEE BROWN1967 yellow Mustang convertiblea new

Tsarinanoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7213569.post-1121454259204768242005-07-15T13:45:00.000-05:002005-07-15T14:04:19.213-05:00

For any of you who remember "Young Frankenstein", you should understand the title! Yes, friends, I finally found Mr.Right Now... *enormous smile*I really want to see Charlie and the Chocolate Factory- N wants me to call her today and go...hmmm...I'm not sure I want to see it that badly.Sunday or Monday I'm going to blog about my big experience tomorrow night... I'm going to an "Adult Toy" party

Tsarinanoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7213569.post-1121199324634533762005-07-12T14:44:00.000-05:002005-07-12T15:15:24.643-05:00

Good morning, boys and girls! Yes, I know it's almost 3pm, but I just got up. If you're wondering why, let me tell you- Tsarina can still hang, but it takes her a lot longer to get over it! Went out Sunday night (and afternoon) with my girls, and had more fun than we've had in ages. Sang karaoke, danced lewdly, drank enough jello shots to tranquilize an elephant, grabbed a couple of middle-aged

Tsarinanoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7213569.post-1120879082855921512005-07-08T21:43:00.000-05:002005-07-08T22:18:02.873-05:00

Today I had to do two things that are guaranteed to put me in a bad mood: I had to see my mom and I had to go to WalMart. Now, don't get me wrong, I love my mom, but being around her drives me nuts. She has absolutely no social skills and insists on saying and doing the most inappropriate things. As for WalMart- well, it is one of my life's necessary evils. After standing in the line for twenty

Tsarinanoreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7213569.post-1120799854224719092005-07-07T23:55:00.000-05:002005-07-08T00:17:34.230-05:00

How have I managed to turn into a slug in such a short period of time? I allowed myself to sleep a lot for the first couple of weeks of vacation, because I thought I deserved it. However, here I am, halfway through summer, and still NOTHING is done. The house is still a mess, and unpainted, my curriculum still isn't done, I have started doing these things, but I seem to wander off and forget what

Tsarinanoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7213569.post-1120462262091316412005-07-04T01:43:00.000-05:002005-07-04T02:31:02.116-05:00

At some point, our society has interfered with Darwinism, and it's really pissing me off. Those meth addicted skinheads down the road from me should have been dead about six times over in the past month, but NOOOOOOO, that's why we have medical professionals, to fix them up so they can come back for another round of stupid human tricks.This latest one shocks even me, and I grew up with some of

Tsarinanoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7213569.post-1120274098508862222005-07-01T22:14:00.000-05:002005-07-01T22:27:50.626-05:00

I am a woman who is easily obsessed. Welcome to my new obsession, Dee Brown. I am ashamed of this obsession for two reasons...one- he is probably only a few years older than my students, and two- he plays for the UofI. *Sigh* at least something good has finally come from there!Posted by PicasaPosted by PicasaI can't get these to enlarge, so just google him- it's worth the time! I truly believe

Tsarinanoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7213569.post-1119719021702890682005-06-25T11:17:00.000-05:002005-06-25T12:03:41.760-05:00

Normally, when someone sends me a chain email, I delete it. Have I mentioned that I have a little bit of extra time on my hands lately? So, I was supposed to get the replies to this and send them back to the person who sent it to me as a way to help her get to know me better. Well, since that was a student, I chose not to send it back, but I thought you might enjoy seeing how my friends view

Tsarinanoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7213569.post-1119473727228773442005-06-22T14:33:00.000-05:002005-06-22T15:55:27.283-05:00

Something most of you don't realize about me is that I am extremely outspoken in my real life about my political views. I don't put that in here, because quite frankly, it's nice not to have to defend my opinions to anyone else. Jam Daddy and I are polar opposites politically, but he's always been very respectful of my views, and expresses his own in a polite manner. The following rant is

Tsarinanoreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7213569.post-1118940706832380002005-06-16T11:19:00.000-05:002005-06-16T11:51:46.840-05:00

I'm back from the conference, and you'll be glad to know I survived! The conference itself was GREAT!!! I can't wait to share all of the information I got.Actually, N wasn't as bad as I expected. The first night, we all went out to dinner then for a few drinks. The second day, Tina joined us. We went to a beautiful vinyard, where we consumed a huge amount of wine, then we went to dinner, and out

Tsarinanoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7213569.post-1118497873842840202005-06-11T08:47:00.000-05:002005-06-11T08:51:13.846-05:00

http://news.yahoo.com/news?tmpl=story&cid=2213&e=3&u=/ap/bkh_ryan_s_shotA beautiful story with a message about never giving up: I'm going to use this one in advisory to talk about the way we treat those who are different.

Tsarinanoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7213569.post-1118336272547742922005-06-09T11:28:00.000-05:002005-06-09T11:57:52.573-05:00

As I have previously mentioned: MY BIRTHDAY ALWAYS SUCKS. It's always some fucked-up, Tim Burton/Quentin Tarantino version of "Sixteen Candles". Now, let me just explain one thing that took me many hours in therapy to understand:MY CHILDHOOD WAS FUCKED UP.Every birthday and holiday were ruined by some huge battle between my parents. I remember actually saying to them on my 7th birthday, "It's my

Tsarinanoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7213569.post-1117723746847369272005-06-02T09:32:00.000-05:002005-06-02T19:39:34.176-05:00

Yes, Tsarina IS alive, although I was afraid I might die of lonliness during my extended absence. I can't wait to visit all of you soon.The following is part of a letter I wrote to a former professor of mine on the last day of school. That day was such a surreal experience that I still can't believe it really happened."If I ever had any doubts about the “Middle School Concept”, they were laid to

Tsarinanoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7213569.post-1113714285335201512005-04-16T23:21:00.000-05:002005-04-17T00:04:45.340-05:00

I never thought I'd be so glad for an uneventful week! Aside from the fact that my phone will be shut off any minute, it wasn't too bad. Two kids suspended- an incredibly good week, all in all.I am a bit pissed about both suspensions- Ty was suspended for something I do not believe that he did. Several students came to me (not friends of his- in fact, quite the opposite), and they were upset that

Tsarinanoreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7213569.post-1113068374927476712005-04-09T12:10:00.000-05:002005-04-09T12:39:34.930-05:00

Just when you think it's not possible to get any further in debt, something else creeps up. When my ex left, he promised to pay back the money he owed- including a huge amount of money to Verizon wireless for his phone contract. I've never seen a penny of it, and since it's in my name...you get it. Technically, my house has been sold for the 500 dollars I owe in taxes, although I have a while to

Tsarinanoreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7213569.post-1112459544467130192005-04-02T09:56:00.000-06:002005-04-02T10:32:24.470-06:00

We came back from spring break this week- I'm happy to report that none of my angels were locked up or in the hospital. The district is looking into year-round school (they're going to try it in 2006-7 at two schools), and I think it might be a great idea to help keep the kids occupied. Ty did get suspended on Tuesday...the stupid social studies teacher asked where something was, and he suggested

Tsarinanoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7213569.post-1111788538185574042005-03-25T14:43:00.000-06:002005-03-25T16:08:58.190-06:00

Ok, here's the situation as I understand it.Most of the local hardcore gang leaders have been released from prison over the past three or four months. They received enough education to realize that 14-15 year-olds are treated differently by the criminal justice system, so that is where they are focusing their attention. My kids, who worship the gangsta lifestyle they see portrayed everywhere are

Tsarinanoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7213569.post-1111632445577401112005-03-23T20:36:00.000-06:002005-03-23T20:47:25.576-06:00

To the two or three of you who still come by- hi, and thanks for your patience. A lot has happened, most of it too upsetting to blog about. On the bright side, I do have a job next year! I'm not positive I'll be in the same school, but the district wants me back. I guess that means that I have to try to do something with my house so I can sell it- I definitely want to move closer to work. I'm

Tsarinanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7213569.post-1110654778003650762005-03-12T12:23:00.000-06:002005-03-12T13:12:58.010-06:00

I walked out of my hallway to begin my morning duty, only to find that students were already in the building. Many were eating breakfast, but I felt drawn to the south end, where the boys who aren't eating wait for the bell so they can go to class (the girls are on the north end). I walked about 10 steps, when I was engulfed in an enormous group of boys- maybe 75-100. They were closing in at each

Tsarinanoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7213569.post-1110032968796512892005-03-05T08:17:00.000-06:002005-03-05T08:29:28.796-06:00

Please go ahead and read the previous post, and follow the directions.As I have mentioned, our principal is a great guy. He's a little on the serious side, and pretty religious, all of which made this funnier at the time (ok, it's still funny, I'm laughing as I type). Yesterday, school let out at 11:15. Tsarina and a group of about 8 other teachers went to a local bar for lunch, and "refreshments

Tsarinanoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7213569.post-1109908878377310332005-03-03T21:33:00.000-06:002005-03-03T22:01:18.380-06:00

In life, there are brief moments of real, pure joy. I believe that they are a gift so that we may endure the rest of the shit.Yesterday at lunch, James and I had a really long, deep conversation. We discussed his progress, we talked about his future (if he doesn't play for the NBA, he wants to be a lawyer). We talked a little about faith (he seems to have a lot of questions, and I suggested he

Tsarinanoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7213569.post-1109439315044641852005-02-26T10:42:00.000-06:002005-02-26T11:35:15.050-06:00

This is the time of year that I dread the most: it's smackdown time. Those of you with older kids will know what I mean. The kids come back from Xmas break and suddenly realize that they are almost in high school (note to parents- this will happen again in 4 years). They suddenly begin to believe that they know everything, and therefore do not need guidance from anyone else. Normally, this occurs

Tsarinanoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7213569.post-1109125617869219632005-02-22T20:25:00.000-06:002005-02-22T20:26:57.870-06:00

WHAT IS GOING ON???? I can't get my blog to load, just the background color. This post is an experiment to see if it will work- if not, it may be the weekend before I have time to fix the problem.

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I received the following letter and wanted to share it. These are extremely vital programs to all schools, not just inner-city ones. Please contact the appropriate officials ASAP.Save Title IV Funds and Save the DARE ProgramBACKGROUNDIn his fiscal year 2006 budget request, President Bush recommended eliminateing the State Grants portion of the Saafe and Drug Free Schools and Communities (SDFSC)

Tsarinanoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7213569.post-1108424506005891392005-02-14T17:21:00.000-06:002005-02-14T17:41:46.010-06:00

You know, sometimes I feel like all I do is complain here. Actually, I had a great day until 6th hour. I took treats and valentines for the kids and they worked on their projects. Then came 6th hour...I got called into the AssPrincipal's office and called on the carpet. It seems that my team and one of the counselors (not GC, but one I've always liked) believe that I did not put up a united front

Tsarinanoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7213569.post-1108237312889293202005-02-12T13:06:00.000-06:002005-02-12T13:41:52.893-06:00

Valentine's Dance last night, followed by teachers night out...Tsarina is hurting today. The DJ didn't show up for the dance, so one of the teachers got her computer and another DJ'd- funny thing is that the music was much better than what the "professional" DJ played at the last dance. I got stuck at the coat check for an hour (*note to self- never agree to help out for "a couple of minutes"*)

Tsarinanoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7213569.post-1107916346178128182005-02-08T19:49:00.000-06:002005-02-08T20:32:26.176-06:00

James is back. He's come in at lunch the past two days to work on make-up work. He came in after basketball practice tonight, and had to work on math. God, I recognize that frustration- and sadly, I can't really help him; I am so severely math-phobic. I tried to explain that every subject has its own language, and if he didn't understand, it just meant that noone had explained the language to

Tsarinanoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7213569.post-1107712738783264272005-02-06T11:23:00.000-06:002005-02-06T11:58:58.783-06:00

The other day, one of my students was complaining about something, and suggesting that someone should fix the problem. This is one of my biggest pet peeves- people who complain and complain without offering any solutions. Before I could spit out one of my favorite cliches (which I do have on both poster and Tshirt), half the class said it to him! The shouted, "Be the change you wish to see in the

Tsarinanoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7213569.post-1107397408096563812005-02-02T19:46:00.000-06:002005-02-02T20:23:28.096-06:00

To Inanna and all of the other parents who are forced to battle the schools to ensure their children are being educated and treated fairly- my hat is off to you. I feel that over the past two days, I have walked a mile in your shoes, and I can't imagine doing it longer. James has been suspended for 3 days. The offense was minor (horseplay in the hallway), and there is no justification for it. I

Tsarinanoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7213569.post-1107053236181848982005-01-29T19:49:00.000-06:002005-01-29T20:47:16.183-06:00

One of the traits I admire most in people is compassion. Something that constantly amazes me is the limited capacity for compassion that so many people have. The lit teacher on our team (I'll call her Crusty) is one of those people. Let me begin by telling you that she was raised in a very upper-middle class home, with her parents happily married and employed in white collar jobs. She grew up in

Tsarinanoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7213569.post-1106878665930493392005-01-27T19:38:00.000-06:002005-01-27T20:17:45.930-06:00

I get up every day at 4:30. I leave home an hour later, and spend another hour on the road. I arrive at school at 6:30 and start preparing for the day. There are suspension lists to check and get work together for my angels who've made mistakes, memos to read (lots and lots of memos to read), usually I find one or more of the counselors to talk about particular students (btw, I DO know which

Tsarinanoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7213569.post-1106261749512178932005-01-20T16:43:00.000-06:002005-01-20T16:55:49.513-06:00

My grandma passed away two nights ago. I felt the hugest weight lifted from my shoulders. The night before, she had come to me in a dream and seen me crying. She told me not to be sad that she was leaving, and I explained that I was not sad, because I knew it was time for her to move on. I explained my worries about James, T, Andrew, and Darin. She understood my pain, as she always had a soft

Tsarinanoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7213569.post-1106097773900944302005-01-18T18:37:00.000-06:002005-01-18T19:22:53.900-06:00

I love my kids. I don't think that anyone who knows me would doubt that. So why, then do I feel like I'm failing them right and left? I am constantly running, just trying to keep up, and I'm losing ground fast. James is off the basketball team. He had his first absence this year (unexcused). Something's been troubling him since Christmas break, but he won't talk. I am absolutely terrified that

Tsarinanoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7213569.post-1105809718598438822005-01-15T10:43:00.000-06:002005-01-15T11:21:58.596-06:00

I am hoping that my last few posts have not given anyone the wrong idea about my kids. They are not out of control maniacs. I do not have one student that I would be afraid to share a dark alley with (there are about four in the school that I feel differently about, but we're talking about MINE here). Most of the time, my job is so much fun, I can't believe that I get paid to do it. I've decided

Tsarinanoreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7213569.post-1105676011635380032005-01-13T21:36:00.000-06:002005-01-13T22:13:31.636-06:00

Hmmm, yesterday it was 65 degrees. Then it started to rain, and rain, and rain. Then the rain changed to snow. Now it's -21 windchill. It took almost three hours to get home because all of the roads to my home are closed due to flooding. I finally made it home and called in sick for the teacher's in-service tomorrow (darn). So many people are quoting the Book of Revealations because of all the

Tsarinanoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7213569.post-1105497941618306442005-01-11T20:01:00.000-06:002005-01-11T20:45:41.616-06:00

Today I checked my email and found the nicest message from Robyn. I was starting to answer, when I realized it would make more sense to post here, since others may wonder how things were going for my guys. Here is part of her original message, and my response: "Cards need to be send to Darin and Andrew from the kids. Maybe you could get them to do care packages for each of the boys. The same for

Tsarinanoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7213569.post-1105292695970910102005-01-09T10:58:00.000-06:002005-01-09T11:44:55.970-06:00

We all have choices to make in life. Some we make well, others we call "learning experiences". I always tell the kids that we all make bad choices, but the important thing is that we learn from them and don't repeat them. God knows I have made some really terrible choices in my life- things that I still cringe to think about. On Friday, I found out about 3 extremely bad choices my kids have made

Tsarinanoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7213569.post-1105160807680877832005-01-07T22:19:00.000-06:002005-01-07T23:06:47.680-06:00

Every fall, students walk into my room. Some try to act tough, like they don't want to be there, and they hate me for being there. Some try to make me feel good by staring attentively and smiling at me. Some try to hide- from me, from their peers, and often from themselves. These students all listen to my talk about rules and consequences. They hear a lot about respect and attitude. They don't

Tsarinanoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7213569.post-1104984496134661932005-01-05T21:43:00.000-06:002005-01-05T22:08:16.133-06:00

Freaking ICE! I made it to work and back with few frightening moments, thank goodness. It's now raining, the temp is around 20 degrees, which means I now have sheets and sheets of ice that I will be battling before sunrise tomorrow. The worst part is that my power will go out. It's been blinking all night, and they still haven't repaired all of the wires from the storm at Thanksgiving. I cranked

Tsarinanoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7213569.post-1104898937013949442005-01-04T21:56:00.000-06:002005-01-04T22:22:17.013-06:00

Thanks to all of you who commented on my last post- sorry I didn't respond individually, but I was busy crying my eyes out because Seven reminded me that I don't have a social life! (I'm jerking your chain here, Seven, please don't fret). Just a quick "hi", then off to bed-there's a wicked ice storm coming in overnight, so I'll have to leave extra early if I'm going to get to work. Although... I

Tsarinanoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7213569.post-1104689968453856802005-01-02T11:51:00.000-06:002005-01-02T12:19:28.453-06:00

I'm back! In case any of you received the Murder Mystery game and haven't played yet, I'm not going to tell you who did it. I will tell you that it was soooooo much fun! We really got into our characters and had a great time! I actually got back yesterday, but was feeling a little...ahem..."under the weather". In keeping with stupid New Year's traditions, I am posting my list of resolutions.

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I'm going to Chicago!! I'm doing laundry and packing as we speak, but I wanted to share my news. My friend, Diana, moved up there this year, and two other friends are living nearby. Like the dorks that we are, we've decided to have a Murder Mystery Dinner Party...I'm soooooooo excited!!!!! Ok, got a million things to do- I've gotta get Baxter settled at his grandparents' house (I'm not crazy

Tsarinanoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7213569.post-1104350058796443512004-12-29T13:52:00.000-06:002004-12-29T13:56:03.883-06:00

Thanks, Robyn... I found this very interesting, and pretty accurate (and also a lot more interesting than cleaning my house). You Are a Dreaming Soul Your vivid emotions and imagination takes you awy from this world So much so that you tend to live in your head most of the time You have great dreams and ambitions that could be the envy of all... But for you, following through with your

Tsarinanoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7213569.post-1104286987044954952004-12-28T19:53:00.000-06:002004-12-28T21:40:36.413-06:00

Ok, that last piece was just too damn negative-- I do not want to focus on that. My family sucks, let's move on. I will be unable to go to Chicago for the weekend and see some friends, as I can't find anyone willing to watch Baxter. Bill said he could put him IN THE BARN!!!! I tried to explain that you have to let him sleep on the bed with you, and when he has bad dreams, gently rub his tummy

Tsarinanoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7213569.post-1104249471348133592004-12-28T09:19:00.000-06:002004-12-28T09:57:51.350-06:00

I talked to my mom last night, which is usually a mistake if I'm already a little depressed. Sometimes I look at my parents and wonder what great genetic fuck-up created me? Sure, I look like Dad, but the person that I am could not be more alien to the people that they are. My parents HATE each other. They've been married over 40 years, because neither wants to give up half the stuff (it's ok to

Tsarinanoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7213569.post-1104093620560577462004-12-26T14:00:00.000-06:002004-12-26T14:40:20.560-06:00

I was cruising blogs today (I really AM trying to clean), and I noticed some unpleasant trends. There really are a lot of people who are filled with hate out there. I was reading one blog, and the person was spouting some worn-out racist words for biracial children. Of course, this was followed by the mandatory, "I'm not racist, but..." bullshit. Let me just tell you, if you've ever uttered that

Tsarinanoreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7213569.post-1103905348364684112004-12-24T09:47:00.000-06:002004-12-24T10:22:28.363-06:00

Ok, trying this again: Blogger wouldn't let me in yesterday, and has now lost TWO posts. Karma is a beautiful thing, and sometimes it's vicious as HELL! Nina had a fight in her room on Tues. One girl shoved another's head through the window. Nina tried to separate them and got punched at least twice. Her whistle was ripped off her neck, and when she told her other kids to get help, they blocked

Tsarinanoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7213569.post-1103479115203230332004-12-19T11:27:00.000-06:002004-12-19T11:58:35.203-06:00

Sorry I haven't been around- this was a rough week and once I get home, all I do is sleep. T. is in jail. He stole a car stereo. To say I am disappointed in him is putting it mildly. He's been making great progress- he stopped getting high, because part of his probation requires random drug testing. However, his uncle (a deacon at a church) fired him about three weeks ago (he helped fix stuff at

Tsarinanoreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7213569.post-1102789337905740832004-12-11T11:57:00.000-06:002004-12-11T12:38:06.066-06:00

Hello, everyone! Tsarina is feeling a bit...odd. I'm not sure, but I think when the label says to take 1-2 tsp. every 6 hours, they don't mean take a shot whenever the urge strikes you! However, if I have coughed at all in the last 12 hours, I was not awake to know it. Tomorrow is Cruella's stepdaughter's birthday (I guess I'll call her Amy). Amy is a strange kid, and I feel bad that I haven't

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Friday night, I chaperoned a dance at school. Boy, talk about the more things change, the more they stay the same... As far as changes- many of the girls were wearing strapless dresses and stilletto heels. The music was a strange combination of hip-hop and heavy metal. Funny to watch the black kids trying to teach the white kids to dance to Snoop Dog, and the white kids trying to show the black

Tsarinanoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7213569.post-1102036610975454532004-12-02T18:36:00.000-06:002004-12-02T19:16:50.976-06:00

I've always written to help me sort out my thoughts. I never expected for people to actually visit my blog, let alone frequent it. So, I hope you're not sick of hearing about my kids, because right now, my thoughts of them are what I am sorting out. I have worked with kids for several years. Some touch your heart more than others. James is definitely one of those. I love him, and would adopt

Tsarinanoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7213569.post-1101602764813957482004-11-27T18:46:00.000-06:002004-11-27T18:50:05.290-06:00

1992-2004 You will be missed.

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Thanks to all of you who commented on my last post. Sorry I didn't respond, but I had that stinking flu forever, and it took all of my energy to make it through my days. Feeling much better now, though. I did attend our first home basketball game on Monday night. On Thurs., James came up to me after class and said, "Uhhhh, we have our first home game Monday, and uhhhhhh everybody's moms are

Tsarinanoreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7213569.post-1101053823994985292004-11-21T09:42:00.000-06:002004-11-21T10:17:03.993-06:00

I am grouchy. I still feel a little sick, and I have a shitload of work to do. The kids said I was grouchy on Friday, too. Probably; I still felt like shit, and a lot of them were acting like boneheads- usually leads to teacher meltdown. I spent 65 dollars last week making copies of outlines so they could take notes, and many of them lost them. Why, you ask did I have to pay for copies. Because

Tsarinanoreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7213569.post-1100743069701291462004-11-17T19:47:00.000-06:002004-11-17T19:57:49.700-06:00

Ok, I have begun operating outside of the system. I was speaking to one of the counselors about T, and we have worked out an idea. He pulls him out of social studies (the bitch who suspends him weekly), and brings him to my class to do his work. That is my planning period, so I can help him as needed. Technically, I am violating my contract by taking someone else's job, although I don't think

Tsarinanoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7213569.post-1100305319507156502004-11-12T17:39:00.000-06:002004-11-12T18:21:59.506-06:00

It has occurred to me that I am one of the few bloggers who has not written a list about myself. Always one to jump on the bandwagon, I decided to do just that. So, here you go- some interesting (or not) stuff about yours truly: 1. With the exception of Brad Pitt, I have never been attracted to a blonde. 2. When I was little, I creeped my mom out by telling her stories about the family I had

Tsarinanoreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7213569.post-1100189030364347152004-11-11T09:28:00.000-06:002004-11-11T10:03:50.366-06:00

I have an entire day off with pay! THANK YOU VETERANS! Thank you not only for your sacrifice, but also for allowing me to celebrate that with huge sales at my local shopping emporium! We had parent/teacher conferences this week. That's a huge boost for the old ego: I received more positive feedback than ever. The bonus of working with an incompetent boob is that it makes you look even better! I

Tsarinanoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7213569.post-1099752866262347752004-11-06T08:18:00.000-06:002004-11-06T08:54:26.263-06:00

Warning: The following rant contains language that is not appropriate for all family members. If you are offended by swearing, go the fuck away. Until now, I have not told you about the stupid bitch who is on my team. I had held out hope that she would relax and become a decent teacher. That has not panned out, and I'm done. Our social studies teacher is, as the kids describe her, EVIL. She is

Tsarinanoreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7213569.post-1099153247211705392004-10-30T11:03:00.000-05:002004-10-30T11:20:47.213-05:00

Ok, folks, I need your help and I need it now! I feel like I'm playing a losing game of beat the clock with one of my kids' lives. Here's the deal: T (I'm too tired to make up a pseudonym) is 15; he'll be 16 in Dec., and at that time, if things haven't changed, he'll quit school. He is incredibly brilliant, in fact 3 years ago, he was in the enriched programs at school. He is a 1/2 day student,

Tsarinanoreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7213569.post-1099013351855597712004-10-28T20:14:00.000-05:002004-10-28T20:29:11.856-05:00

Just a quick post, then off to bed. I finally got my night guard to keep me from clenching and grinding my teeth at night!!! I woke up this morning without screaming pain in my neck for the first time in years~the best part is that my dentist is charging me half price and letting me make payments! He is so great, when Joe left and I wasn't working steadily, he wouldn't accept a payment until I

Tsarinanoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7213569.post-1098567854930939032004-10-23T16:16:00.000-05:002004-10-23T16:44:14.930-05:00

Ok, once again a perfectly beautiful Saturday has been disrupted by real life. I'm not sure if this is a problem in the rest of the country, but around here we have Japanese beetles (they look like orange lady bugs, but they bite and smell bad). Apparently a few years ago, some lunkhead in the Dept. of Agriculture decided to import a gazillion of these things to get rid of our aphids... Have you

Tsarinanoreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7213569.post-1098550624495152742004-10-23T11:54:00.000-05:002004-10-23T11:57:04.496-05:00

I thought this was pretty accurate (although I'd like to think of myself as Academic Girl): I am Progressive GirlClick on the picture below to read more:Take the 'What Kind of Girl Are You?' quiz at CookingToHookup.com I'm going to post in a little while about my week, but responsibilities call.

Tsarinanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7213569.post-1098325943923793342004-10-20T21:03:00.000-05:002004-10-20T21:32:23.923-05:00

As you know, I follow a Buddhist philosophy in my life. I believe that each soul is born many times until it has learned all of the lessons it needs, then has the choice to move on or to be reborn and help guide others. Due to this continuous rebirth cycle, I believe that we meet many of the same souls time after time. This explains the immediate feeling of like or dislike we often have for

Tsarinanoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7213569.post-1098144888980375862004-10-18T18:55:00.000-05:002004-10-18T19:14:48.980-05:00

Since we've been on the topic of nightmares, and today at lunch we were talking about ghosts, I decided to share this story with you. I give it to you not as any proof of anything, I'm just sharing my perceptions and the effects they have had on me. Cue spooky music... As I've mentioned, I've had terrible nightmares my whole life. When I was little, they were especially terrifying. My parents

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