Sometimes you have to admit you've fallen into an obsession.
Obsessions can be a bit ugly to watch- like a child running down an aisle and grabbing everything in sight. Where did this military obsession come from?
I guess that doesn't matter, because here it is, in my lap.
Do I know anything? Do I know that deployments are real? That 15 months could be a lifetime?
Am I not recognizing what I already am? Just a middle school teacher. Just a Bodhisattva that wants a little chaos.
Funny, most people would think an inner city school would be chaos enough. It's greatly improved from when I started, but I think it would still spin a couple heads.
I think I'm wrong. Are these settling pains working their way out like pieces of glass?
I think I'll shut up and sit still. It's worked so well in the past.