A Good, Long Weekend

Saturday night. Happy Donut. I had planned to go to the housewarming party of someone I don’t really know, but trying to fix the Internet problems at home during the evening coupled with a lack of enthusiasm struck down that idea. If I spend the rest of the weekend plopped on the couch, though, it still will have been a sweet (The Frat Boys’ Turf) weekend; took Friday off for a daytime date. Ferry+Tiburon+drinks and a movie, strolling, sun and rain, In n’ Out, the wharf and, of course, Lancaster (will that nickname for her stick?). It certainly beats sending students to the Responsibility Center.

You know, just as I typed that little jab at my students I looked out the window and there are two middle-aged men walking through the parking lot toward the door. One is leading the other one, who is blind, and it reminds me of my blind student at the junior high. I don’t know how she does it because she so fucking shy. I just try to imagine her when she’s 25 or 35 or 45. Will she be well-adjusted? Will she have people around to support her? I suppose I could ask that of any of my students and turn up a mystery, though, so I shouldn’t sweat it.

This is a list of parties I haven’t called back this week:

- my university advisor

- my university supervisor

- concerned parent of failing student

- woman who wants me to tutor her kid

- second woman who wants me to tutor her kid

- that girl AK

- my Dad

- friend I haven’t spoken to in months despite him living less than a mile away

I don’t know what it is. I won’t say I’ve shirked my responsibilities this week; I’ve just done the bare minimum (including only 4 days of work). And those people on the list…it’s not that I don’t want to call them back (I did actually talk to my Dad tonight) but somehow it just seemed like an additional chore to complete my business with them. Maybe that’s why I was so excited about spending the day with Lancaster. Being with her is not a chore. In fact, I’d like to see what we can do about this upcoming week, as well…