Next week, my 202 class will be no more.

I’m really looking forward to it.
Some classes really make me concerned about the future and this is one them.

Just accepting information unquestionably.
Self-pity.
Lack of reasoning skills.

I wouldn’t want any of these students to be help a lawyer as a paralegal on one of my cases. I would fully exect goofs if one of them handled my medical billing. There’s no way I’d allow one of them to watch my child – even if it was the last daycare in the city. Just, no way.

The last couple of terms actually had self-aware people who didn’t take news and other sources without question.
They where actually kind of fun.

This one just reaffirms my apprehension for the future of these dime-a-dozen professions.

Okay.
That’s a little harsh. Medical billing, paralegals, whatever, are important.
But, if the quality of the students are any indication, they’re going to become automated in the upcoming ten years.

That’s another harsh statement.
Sorry, not sorry.

Like… okay.
Class ends on Monday.
Today, Friday, a student sent me an email. “I have a fever. I think I have Covid. What should I do?”

What the f**k is she asking me for?
If she thinks she has the Covid, she needs to schedule an appointment to get tested somewhere. Or, she could wait it out to see if she feel any better. That’s up to her.

Regardless, class ends on Monday.
If she can’t turn in an assignment, she earns a zero. If she can, she’ll be graded fairly by the rubric.

The class isn’t going to stop because she isn’t feeling well.
Why is she asking me?

I understand that not everyone sees the world the same way I do, but this is fairly obvious.
Push through it and do the assignment or not do the assignment. That’s it.

Idiot. Idiot. Idiot.

I’m really not feeling very generous.
Maybe something has climbed up my butt and took residence. I don’t know but little things are super irritating.

Next week, I’m heading back to Florida.
While I don’t feel like summer is done here, I guess it’s time for the princess to switch back to being a queen again.

The other day, Jason brought up a potential future dimention where I have a full time job or at least more than one college class. Yeah, I guess I should really consider returning to the workforce in a full time capacity at some point.

But, right now, I feel like I’m still testing the waters.
If I sleep 14 hours a day and puke three hours that I’m awake, I probably shouldn’t be taking on additional work.
I tried working while I was mentally deranaged and I nearly died under the strain.

So, with this trip, I just really don’t want a repeat of last time.
Either time.

I’m not a wait and see type of person, but I’ll wait on this.

And, while I’m in a fussy mood, I’m not going to just be a lump like I was last time.
I’m not going to mold my schedule around his. If I don’t feel like going to see his mom, I’m not.
– I don’t care how or what she thinks of me. She’s not my family nor my blood.

And, I’m going to call an electrician to finally fix a couple of light switches and the LED in the garage.
The garage door opener too, if possible. Because, that just sucks. I’ll make my dern stone, with or without him.

So… there.

I’m going to do what I feel is needed or want to.
Meh.

Geez, I’m tired.