Me Whining

I think the universe is trying to tell me to stop being stubborn when I feel any sort of mediocre pain, because due to the most recent injury I am now 100% disabled for triathlon training.

Last Friday I ended up having to do an unexpected errand, which required lots of walking (at least 60 minutes). No problem - walking is great. However, I was wearing new shoes... Everything was fine up until around the 45-minute mark, when my socks slid down below the back of the top of the shoe. I felt this happening but decided to ignore it. A few minutes later, that area started to really hurt, so I stopped and pulled up my socks. Unfortunately, I caught it too late...and also decided to walk the rest of the way home in the shoes even though there was a good amount of pain there. About 2 minutes from my house, when I turned off the main road, I finally decidid that I should take my shoes off because the pain was now nearly unbearable. After taking the shoes off, they felt fine, so I was thinking, maybe the shoes just really hurt and my feet are fine...no such luck...

I now have 2 blisters so bad that I couldn't even walk around barefoot in my house with my heels touching the ground without cringing in pain. Naturally, with this kind of pain, there was no way I could put shoes on that have a back to them which would touch the blisters (most any shoe except sandals and clogs), thus now both running and biking are out of the question. AWESOME CATIE. AWESOME. Way to go. Now, 6 days later, they feel much better, and I can now touch them gently without pain. But walking in shoes still bothers me, and the blisters are still 100% there. I hope to get back into running and biking this weekend...if not I might explode on the Allak 6th graders on Monday.

Speaking of Allak 6th graders...sigh... I yelled, legit, for the first time on Friday, and I was extremely mad. They are so disrespectful! I think I made a few enemies that day, but I really don't care. Rawrrrr. At least I have all the other classes to keep me in tact.

So Saturday and Sunday I did nothing. Watched some movies, hung out a bit, studied...looked at some linguistic graduate programs for a while. But that's it. Uneventful. But it still tired me out. I can't WAIT to get this thing off.

Monday my 6th graders didn't bother me much because now, since I know I can't take points off when they are talking or being disrespectful (because my co teacher thinks that tests should measure their ability...although I think if they are acting like they are animals in a zoo while taking a written test, a) they definitely could be cheating because they are all talking to each other, and b) they need to learn somewhat appropriate behavior, and I think that they would respond more to their grades being affected than having them do pushups), I am just going to stand there and let her discipline them. I'm not going to yell, and I'm not going to get mad. I am there to teach them English, not to discipline them, and if they refuse to try to learn, I might as well not even be there. Rawrrr.

Dong Sang is always the ray of light amongst the storm clouds. I always look forward to Tuesdays and Wednesdays so much (although Thursdays aren't bad because the 5th graders at Allak are fine). But anyway. Went back home after school and did nothing, and was still exhausted.

And, to add to the exhaustion, one of my neighbors is RIDICULOUSLY loud, and has been preventing me from sleeping for the past week. Not everyday, but most days she has been coming home anywhere from 10p to 11:30p and making a point to inform me of her arrival. Oh my goodness. And earplugs don't quell the sound. One night I actually had to put earphones in to shut out the noise, but then I still couldn't sleep. Last night I conquered the situation though -although had to revert to the sleeping-aid-in-a-box that I brought with me - but it was necessary. I was running off of 5-6 hours per night for the past few nights. I hope this doesn't continue, because if so, I am going to move. I neeeed my sleeeep.

It's 6:30p. Almost time for bed. Haha. (Seriously, though.) Blub.