Zach (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} smilingbeef) wrote,@ 2008-05-16 14:00:00 |
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There's a guy on a ladder right outside my window
I feel hollowed out this morning. I stayed up late, too late, until the gray light seeped in through the blinds. I had to fight to stay up that long, and I don't know why I did other than sleep seemed a little terrifying. I think grading makes me feel this way; the never-ending stream of writing that was compelled out of students feels so fake. Earnesty and good grammar are both rare commodities. And I like these kids, as much as I say otherwise over and over. To see them faking a voice, posturing for a grade, to know that I made them do it-- well, like I said, I can't sleep at night. Holden Caulfield would hate my guts.
Add to this the fact that one of my best friends is moving away and you get one ugly feeling.
