Have you ever felt so tired that you have actually been drugged with fatigue? That is how I am feeling these days, due to my incredibly rigorous schedule of Helping 2 Clients A Week With Spanish. Apparently wrangling those reflexive verbs will really take it out of you.

So lately my mind has just been all over the place, and occasionally I just go in and skim off whatever random thoughts have floated to the top.

Like the fact that my 3rd grade teacher just retired at the end of this school year. That frightens me a little, because if the people who taught me and my generation are now retiring, that means that we are now going to be The People In Charge Of Things. And I don’t really know if that’s a good idea, because I know us. And we are kind of scary.

We are the people who spent our entire 3rd grade year playing with “The Empire Strikes Back” action figures inside our desk in lieu of doing any actual schoolwork. We are the people who may have graduated medical school, but who will always be remembered in my mind for carrying around a tin of snuff in their back pocket and spending all of 9th grade English with their feet hooked around my chair while jerking me around and making suggestive sexual noises. We are the people who are about to apply to law school and be charged with upholding the laws of our land, despite having spent most of college breaking said laws through excessive underage drinking and operating various watercraft while highly intoxicated.

I was 13 when that Whitney Houston song came out that proclaimed that “children are our future”, so I kind of feel like we’re the future about which she was speaking. And apparently the future is now. You just might not want to look at it all that close up.

I’m just saying.