Another day with an annoying cold. When is a cold not annoying, I suppose you could ask. Point taken.
I think often of what a weak spirit I am. I mean I have strong opinions, somewhat flexible beliefs, but ultimately too little backbone. That is what ultimately makes me a bad teacher - or even administrator. I have a lot too offer, but I am too flexible to make things work consistently. Funny, I suppose. But I watch others command fear and trembling in their others. . . well, at least respect of some sort. People wait quietly for folks like that; for me they just act hurried and annoyed.
In that sense, I sort of hate myself. I hate myself because it is a state of affairs i do not like. I just tolerate it and fume under my cool exterior until, or course, that exterior shows what brews within. I don't get punchy or anything, just mean mouthed and nervous. And that is more of the same. A cream puff? Nah. People enjoy eating cream puffs.
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