Reflections and Neurosis

Today ended (basically) the 2004-2005 school year. (I say basically because I have files to get together and transport within the next day or 2).

Here are some of the things I witness...
Twins on the team, whom are nearly impossible to tell apart, came in today--on with a mohawk, the other with a sort of reverse mohawk--only the center was shaved down. They looked ridiculous, which is what they were going for, obviously.

The students this year were more appreciative of their teachers this year. Many came up to me and told me what a difference I made in their lives. I was told I wasn't just a teacher, but a friend who they could confide in, joke with and ask for help. I was very touched.

Our girl softball players from yesterday being treated like queens by everyone--except the boys they beat. (They are wise enough to find it funny).

And that while I love reliving these things, they are boring in a blog...So I am moving on...

My neurosis strike!!!

I e-mailed B-to-the-power-of-3 on the personals site where we met, and wrote this...

B,
Thanks again for the motorcycle ride through wine country. I really had a GREAT time!
I'm up for a ride again anytime you are willing. :)
I already liked the pic of you and Sherwood, but like even more after seeing you two rolling around on the floor playing.
Hope you didn't get that stern talking to in Chicago.
Take care,
Beth

Now, let me say, he travels with his job and was leaving yesterday, and was hoping to get back either tonight or tomorrow. Sometimes he calls during his travels, but not always.

I have seriously been so antsy-antsy-antsy wanting to call him. But I can't. I shouldn't have even sent the e-mail, but I just wanted him to know that I think he is HOT, I mean, that I like him. I can barely stand myself. And now that school is out, it is the worst! I have so much more down time and can sit here and think, think, think about what he thinks about me, and if he is thinking about me, and if he wants to go out with me again, and if we can roll around on his LoveSac together (you know--those gigantic and soft beanbag chairs--get your mind out of the gutter!)

I am having a neurotic episode here, guys! Any thoughts, words of wisdom, etc.
I can't call, can I? Not even tomorrow, really. DANG! I wanna call!