Same, son. Same.

This was the first text I received from my son upon his joining the land of the living this morning afternoon:

It’s been that kind of day today. School went fine– I’d love to provide everyone with entertaining anecdotes from my summer school experience, but everything’s just been completely chill the entire time and there really hasn’t been anything to say. My biggest concern is that the curriculum they’ve provided us with simply isn’t enough material to fill three hours, but no one appears to care that my kids are getting lots of break time in between tasks. I’ll supplement if I have to, but we hit the halfway point through this thing tomorrow and at this point I’m pretty sure no one is going to make me. I generally have between five and nine kids and they’re all really nice kids. I was super worried about it going in and it turned out to be the easiest gig ever.

No, it’s everything else that’s weighing on me, and even there I’m becoming insanely repetitive; how much longer can literally everything continue to get dumber every single day before something breaks? Apparently the fuckwit had a press conference today and he said so many objectively insane things– apparently Barack Obama sent some invisible terrorists to cut 350-foot slashes in the reflecting pool, which is not only surrounded by cops but is literally under constant video surveillance– that I’m still seeing new clips on Bluesky five or six hours later. And nothing will change.

I’m exhausted. Everything is exhausting. A few minutes ago I did a quick search to find out the score of the France-Iraq match (it got rain delayed, and I’m watching Norway-Senegal instead) and one part of the screen told me the game wasn’t over yet and the score was 3-0 and another part of the screen told me the game was over and the final score was 1-0. AI is the dumbest fucking thing since the last dumbest fucking thing, and will be the dumbest fucking thing for about another three months when another dumbest fucking thing will take over. Mediocrity no longer occasionally gets rewarded; mediocrity is required for success nowadays. Earth has its first trillionaire since Mansa Musa and he is somehow still an unbearable loser. I hate this timeline and I want out of it.

Bah.

Wait no

I said it was the first day of spring last week? That was wrong. Today was the first day of spring, and the way I can tell was the fact that half the building was pissed off and the other half was crying today. All of my ability to can has been replaced with cannot. I still haven’t finished that Lego set so I think I’m gonna go do that, for real this time. Maybe go to bed early. Really early.

In which multiple things are true at once

The first True Thing is that, even making the inevitable corrections for First Day of School, I am of the tentative opinion that I’m in for a reasonably good year of school. Things can always change and my fourth hour is going to be a challenge, I think, but I had a half-dozen boys in particular who I was concerned were going to end up being shitheads and who at least right now appear to be interested in staying on my good side. But my advisory shows every sign of being delightful and my Algebra class looks pretty damn good too, so I’ll take what I’ve got.

The second True Thing is that dinner was a handful of Saltines, a bunch of grapes and five or six slices of deli chicken because the notion of creating anything more complicated was well beyond me.

The third is that I am tired in every organ and muscle and pore of my body, and I’m going to bed early tonight, because somehow I have to do this again tomorrow? How does that even work?

(I did not, by the way, get that geometry class that I was angling for all summer– did I ever actually say that? I can’t get pissed about it. The chance that I was going to get lucky enough to get paid for a class with six kids in it was never high. I have an overload again anyway, though, because we only have three math teachers and that is absolutely Not Enough Math Teachers.)

13

That’s how many office referrals I wrote today. Ten in one class. Ten, in one class, before I could even get class started.

I may take tomorrow off.

I may also shut down my YouTube channel, but that’s a whole other conversation. I’ve been realizing more and more lately that it’s not fun any longer, but that might just be general depression and anhedonia, and maybe I shouldn’t delete 500 videos until I figure out which it is.