The stress of moving is officially eating my brain. Well, and other things too. I am catching myself slipping back into bad patterns of both thought and behavior. The patterns I recognize from my bouts of depression. I am not depressed. I am stressed. Moving is stressful. Stress is a normal reaction, and my stress level will decrease again by this time next week. I can cope until and through the weekend.

Another thing that's bugging me is that student at my school got shot over the weekend. He was in the park and flashed some gang signs at 3 other people (children, maybe even from my school) with guns. They haven't caught the shooters yet. The student was declared brain dead on Monday. His family hasn't decided what to do yet. This is not a kid I teach. I haven't even met him, but the senselessness of it bothers me a lot. And since the family hasn't decided to turn off the machines yet, we can't have a full school discussion about it.

Also, a student has been telling me about a situation with her sister. Her sister attempted suicide last week and is in the psych hospital. Contributing factors included students pressuring her to have sex and do drugs. However, the friends of this poor child will not back up her story because it would be "snitching" and they don't snitch. This means that the kids doing the illegal, inappropriate, and bullying behavior will have no consequences, because the administration can't act against them without collaboration of the girl's story. This makes me REALLY mad. I don't understand a culture where it's more important to lie about seeing things than it is to actually help someone who is your friend escape a bad situation. It's breaking my heart.

Also, there's a homeland security drill here on Friday (the last day before spring break). This should be gobs of fun. Information is being sent home to the families, but based on what I've heard from the students, no one knows about it. This means that there will be chaos and screaming and all kinds of I don't know what. I have told my classes and had to explain to them why it's a bad idea if we were ever in a real terrorist situation to leave the classroom, go out on the roof, or attack the terrorist themselves. I am not looking forward to this.

And so, I am stressed and losing my mind. All I want to do is whimper. Tonight, I am taking in another load of donations and moving the cats. This involves catching my semi-feral nutjob kitty. K and I will get it done, and at least I won't have to worry about her on Saturday when we're moving the big stuff. It will all work out in the end. I'm sure.