Well, great, I just wrote a long post and lost it. Hmmm...I was venting about Bible School and how I'm not able to job search yet because I'm going straight to Bible School from work. Then, a little before 9, I get home and eat, and then have fun with injections. By that time, it's about 9:30 and I'm not quite up to putting together CDs or writing cover letters. I may play hooky tomorrow night but it's the last night and I'd kind of hate to. On the other hand there is another crew leader (we're not really teachers, we just herd our groups from station to station), and she can handle them fine.

Bible School is certainly an experience, and makes me wonder if we're doing the right thing just a little. Because I like kids, but I don't like all kids. And there's always kind of a problem kid in my group. This time I don't know whether to feel sorry for him or ... No, it has to be at least partly his parents' (or mom, I don't know if there's a dad available) fault. He always wants attention, from the adults anyway, and always has something "very important" to tell me. The first night, his mom (who's also volunteering) told me he may need to be reminded to go to the bathroom because if he's doing something he forgets. He's 8, by the way. I was too late that first night. I was going to send him after playtime, but the other crew leader and playtime leaders noticed a spot on the seat of his pants while the kids were playing. And then, we think he went again. I sent him (and the other kids) to the bathroom twice the 2nd night. He also has horrible teeth and last night, he stank. I mean, really stank. The peeing problem could be physical, or he could be on medication I suppose, but bringing a dirty child is just neglect. It's just another of those times when you think, gee, I'd love a child, and there are so many people who have them and just don't care. Another newborn was abandoned in the parking lot of a local hospital yesterday. At least the mother got it that far and didn't leave it in a trashcan.

Hormones seem to be making me nasty now. Yesterday, there were times when I felt giddy and wanted to dance (not much like me), and then I was crying, but not REALLY crying. Last night and today, I just feel mean. Hmmm, wonder what flavor I'll be tomorrow?