Tomorrow is the first day with students. We have had days of meetings and unpacking. There is a new principal who is trying to whip us into shape. *yawn*
We had to unpack because they made us pack EVERYTHING last Spring. They thought we were going to move. We didn't end up moving, which is worse in a way. But I rearranged my room so that my desk is no longer in a drafty spot.
A parent called today to talk about her life and update me on her kid -- a 20 year old with a serious mental illness. He'll graduate from high school this semester. Nice kid.
Anyway, I felt so detached. It worries me. It's not like me to not care or to have to work at it. My father died this summer. I guess I felt that some of her problems were rather "high end." I was not aware that I though that or anything, but I could tell that I just didn't care much about her stuff, and it scared me. I WAS glad to hear that her son had had an OK summer. No regressing, which can happen during breaks.
Grief is weird though. It has affected me in ways I didn't anticipate, like this. I hope I snap out of it pretty quickly.
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