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I don't have anything really all that interesting to post here really.

Well, I do, it's just that I can't figure out how to get it out in a post.

So I'll just say that there is some sad news going in in the academic world (2 deaths at the college: the history professor I tutored for and worked closely with for about half of my academic career here, Linda Nelson, and the academic adviser for the honor society I am a member of, Joe Sarnoff). And, of course, the school is clamming up about any reports on what happened.

I am especially concerned about the wording of the releases: Joe Sarnoff passed away (which, to me, indicates an illness, etc.), while Linda Nelson was found dead (perhaps indicating a suicide). Be nice if they let us know anything other than the bare facts.

Kindergarten is going well. Since the previous behavioral plan wasn't working all that well, it is time for a new one. So, implementation time!

I was also approved by the BOE for my position in the classroom for hte rest of the year.

Things with Beth are much, much better, which makes me a very happy Brychuu.

*Looks at the clock* Oh. I need to shower and shave before school. I should get on that.

The Conference went really well. Granted, I was one of 4 guys there (out of about 50 total people, the curse of elementary?), but I had a good time. The content was really interesting, as I had basically no knowledge of Autism, Aspergers, or Sensory Sensitivity Disorders.

After listening to the speaker, I think that we have been on the right track with my little guy, and have a few new ideas to try with him over the course of the rest of the year, as well as some suggestions for Beth's nephew's family (though they are probably being tried, never hurts to ask).

This last week has been broken up quite nicely, with Monday off, and Wednesday at the conference. As a student teacher, I remember hating it when this happened curriculum-wise, as it meant I may run out of time to finish the content, but as an aide, I love it.

*Looks around his room* Wow, I think a torando spawned by a hurricane during an earthquake which was caused by volcanic action during a blizzardy ice storm happened here. This place is a wreck, I need to clean it badly. Perhaps I'll do that sometime today. And laundry too, I desperately need to do laundry.

Let's see what today has to offer, shall we?

Well, another weekend gone. What to say about it?

Aside from a small portion, last night was good. Beth and I had dinner at Eben's Hearth, and then wandered the mall in Massena; something I haven't done in a while. We had a good time, and I think the best part was driving down 56, singing to the Seatbelts like we used to. We are Doggy Doggy Dogs! Heehee.

Then back to my place to watch the last two episodes of the 10th Doctor. No tears, but lots of "what the fuck?"

The blip last night? We are lying in bed, and I asked Beth what she was thinking. After all, we had a rather good night hanging out together, as perfect as it has been lately (it even felt like the world around us stopped for a little bit!), and she tells me I don't want to hear it. Alarm bells naturally go off in my head, because I know what that means right now, it doesn't take a rocket scientist to figure it out. Why, after such a pleasant night of just us, are her last thoughts of the night focus on Morgan?

Yes, the green eyed monster. Jealousy. Even though I have been constantly reassured again and again I have nothing to fear, I still do. Lately it has been a bit tenuous since I found out that Beth was attracted to Morgan, kissed him, etc. I don't know, it just scares the hell out of me. I fear I am not good enough. I'm worried I am the old, the unexciting (because let's face it, I am not very exciting). I am the known. People want excitement. People want new. What am I to do?

So yes. I am down about all of this. It seems I can't go a day without hearing about Morgan doing this, Morgan saying that, or something about Dexter, which Morgan introduced to Beth. On the surface, it may seem innocent enough, but it always feels like my heart is being torn out each and every time; and that's why I get quiet. Introspective. Saddenned.

This entry should not be taken that last night sucked, because it was positive on many levels, and aside from the blip, it was wonderful.

IN OTHER NEWS...

I may have a consistent job in the Kindergarten for the rest of the year, with benefits as an Aide. This is good, the kids are adorable, and it isn't as bad as I thought it would be. Furthermore, there is a Social Studies position opening up in the Fall at the High School, and I already have several people (professors, teachers, principals, former staff, and other staff) ready to sing my praises for the position, which is an excellent start to getting my foot in the door and a permanent job. Maybe i'll be able to move back into Potsdam sometime =)

Not that Canton is bad. It is just lonely.

And now, I should get some sleep, those Kindergartners have so much energy.