birthday blues

it's really happening. I just had the thought, "well there goes another year of my life" and "this is what I have to show for it"... and then I remembered someone ELSE is getting older out there. so I had to write.

I planned to send my birthday wishes full of wit and cutting remarks, but I am tired. I gave another whirlwind performance to my school community this evening, after 8 weeks of working nitty gritty and demanding near perfection from six year old children (and 7, 8, and 9) the damn audience chatted and cavorted and talked on their damn cell phones while I tried to pull a miracle out of my ass. no wonder I'm feeling older today.

when I got myself out of bed just now, my knee wanted to remind me that I'm getting older by the year. I work hard, and I guess my body will pay the price. I ran a god-damned one man show out there, like a damn-near circus freak with about 100 children instead of two heads, and I cannot BELIEVE the behavior of the adults. Uncivilized. No wonder I feel like I do at the end of the day, these kids are the product of THOSE adults.

So here's my point. You know you're OLD when you think of your own childhood as the good old days when people gave a fuck about listening to children sing and play, and when you think of your students (and their PARENTS) you gripe about "kids these days" and how you were so much better off in your own youth. And when will they ever learn? Just shake your head and hobble away on your bad knee with your broken back.

Happy Birthday, Nate. I hope you have something good to bitch about, because this is as good as it gets.