If I were to make a list of what I'm currently stressed about, it would look something like
1. I have to grade 14 To Kill a Mockingbird papers, 5 pages each, and I don't know how.
2. What am I going to wear to chaperone prom this weekend? (oh yes, it's happening)
3. I am putting on a school play in 9 days.
4. I have to write, and then grade, finals for about 60 kids in 3 different classes.
5. I have a lot to do this summer, and I don't want to disappoint any friends or family members by missing things like, oh, wedding showers.
6. There is a rotating cast of about 15 students at all times in my mind, as I fret over their various current troubles- emotional, familial, grammatical....
These types of things make up a near-constant drone in my head, a neverending swarm of bees that occupy not quite the back burner, but like the middle burner, always trying to knock items off the to-do list, solve problems, strategize, maximize....
And then sometimes something stops me.
A Sunday ago I got out of the car at church and saw a friend standing at the end of the street. I've never gone down to the end of the street, so I went. Here was the view.
But even here. I go about my days, I worry about grading papers and whether the internet will work long enough to get my vocab quiz ready......
and down the street, literally down the street,
they're living in the ravine.
There are billboards all around Port-au-Prince declaring that Jesus is returning on May 21st. It's almost certainly total crap. But secretly-
I really hope he does. Cause sometimes I'm just tired of myself.