
So yeah, had a panic attack a couple of weeks ago. It was less than pleasant, to say the least. Dunno what caused it, but it was not how I wanted to spend a Saturday night.
A comic.

So yeah, had a panic attack a couple of weeks ago. It was less than pleasant, to say the least. Dunno what caused it, but it was not how I wanted to spend a Saturday night.

Look, maybe it’s really comfortable living on your knees if there’s some good padding.

It’s amazing how few students can muster even a hint of enthusiasm about being in class. I get that government is maybe not the most exciting class ever, but it’s gotta be better than, like, math, right?

File under “the more things change, the more they stay the same.” Remember in Back to the Future when Marty kept referring to things as “heavy” and that confused Doc Brown? This is just that, only now you’re on the Doc Brown side of the equation.

Showed a Bob Ross video to a kid at camp this summer, and he zonked right out. Kid was just lulled by Bob’s dulcet, sonorous tones.

Staff meetings! The first week of a new school year is just chock full of them. Too many of them, if we’re being honest.

Little kids are wild, y’all.
The summer job was fun but strange. Working with small children is a whole different challenge than working with high schoolers. The kids I was working with specifically all fit a very specific profile. What profile, you ask? Let’s say the Venn diagram of kids who really like Minecraft/Roblox and kids who are somewhere on the autism spectrum is just a single circle.

I’ve been working a summer job as a camp instructor for something called Creator Camp here in Northern Virginia. It’s been fun, working with little kids (most of them are between the ages of 6 and 12) and teaching them things like video editing techniques and stuff like that. They are rather dubious of my surgical skills, as they probably should be.

Sea gulls only want one thing, and it’s disgusting.
It’s baloney fish sandwiches.