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December 1, 2010
Good god, there is already blasted Xmas musak playing in the supermarket. The chameleonesque holidays take on fresh tinges of color and form each year and are swayed by: relationships, state of mental health, my students, the weather. How am I supposed to get in the 'spirit' when it's still sixty degrees out??

Only two and a half weeks of school left. I am losing two of my boys: my shadows, my watchdogs. God, I invest too much. I wouldn't be doing my job, truly, if I didn't. But my heart breaks every single time they leave the program. Successfully.