Study Hacks has the story of a student who dropped off Facebook and gained significant educational ground.

I was wondering if the time I was spending on Facebook was keeping me away from my work. So from Monday through today, I have only been on fb to read and reply to my inbox. It has not made an appreciable difference.

So I’m going back on. But the student didn’t. It made a huge difference in his life.

I was just grading an assignment I graded in a dream four years ago. It’s in my online class in Angel, which my college didn’t have four years ago.

Very strange.

It shouldn’t be that hard to clean out a closet. It shouldn’t take hours to decide on categories like: give, keep, throw away.

But it is hard.

Would R want this? Do we need boxes? How many are too many? Should I get rid of this? How do I get rid of that? (Boxes of books and magazines. Where should those go?) I don’t really wear this, should I give it away? I wore this once, maybe I’ll wear it again. Where am I going to put all the suitcases?

And, of course, it doesn’t help that all four trash cans we own are full because someone (not naming any 17 year old son) forgot to take out the trash two times in a row.

I am not sure what has happened. I assume someone hacked it. But my blog that my students must write to will not open. I’m going to have to get the Computer Programmer Superwhiz on that.

Great. The blog I use for teacher education isn’t working either.

I was looking at an old email for some information and found in it a wealth of information which I had not seen before.

I received the email about two weeks ago and I just totally missed a whole entire section. I don’t know why. Perhaps I was skimming?

I also missed the implication of a different email and caused someone quite a bit of hassle. Unfortunately.

I need to be more careful about reading my emails apparently. Because I can read.

So I guess I would have to say I just don’t.

I dreamed I was riding in a huge van with my mother. My mom was driving. We were going from one place to another, though I don’t remember where now.

She started going down a hill that was at the incline that makes me paranoid because I rolled down one in a car when I was three. So I asked her to slow down and I was looking sideways to not freak out.

Mom knew exactly why I asked her to slow down so she really pressed on the gas and the steering wheel was bucking against her. I told her she didn’t have to slow down that much, but it was too late.

The big van was out of control and we were headed off the road. I couldn’t see where we were going, but I knew it was bad. I told her, “I love you.”

When I woke up I was curled in a ball. It was quiet. I didn’t know if the crash were real and I was in the hospital and just wasn’t feeling the pain yet or if it had been a dream.

I woke up in bed and rolled over to curl up next to R.

I wasn’t upset, but it was a strange dream.

Usually when I have nightmares, which I would count wrecking a car as, I wake up hollering. I don’t know what that was about.

I couldn’t get back to sleep, though, so I got up and worked on school and then I came here to write it down.

I have lots to work on with my online class, but I kept making a mistake that erased what I was doing, so I stopped for a while.

I have grading to do and I have done everything but the grading.

There’s a paper coming up and I haven’t written it.

I need to lose weight, but I’m eating a lot.

I lack self-discipline today. That is a terrible realization.

I am going to grade now.

I am finishing up my online class. Turns out it isn’t good enough (despite the fact that people did it last semester) to be ahead of your students. You must be finished. So I’ve got a load of work to do. I don’t know when I will be doing it either.

Today is almost over. We go to the hotel tonight. Tomorrow is the marathon. Perhaps tomorrow afternoon while R sleeps I will have time and inclination to work. Then Monday it is up and to Austin. I wonder how E will feel about being up at 5:30 to get there. He can sleep in the car. I’m good with that.

Also we are looking into applications for a job away from Houston. It would mean some serious uprooting of our youngest son, but he would be going to where he would be going next year anyway. It also means some serious reconsideration of what we are doing. We’d have to get the house in order. Do we buy a smaller house or do we buy a house with land? Do we buy as if we intend to stay forever? What does that mean? We have to fix this house if we are going to sell. I figure… $6K in upgrades and fixes. Maybe more, maybe less depending on who we find to do them.

We’d need to shift stuff out of the house. Decide what we were keeping and why. Some stuff I’ve held onto for the kids. But if we are moving, do we want to move that? There’s the cost of moving as well. How much do we want to spend on that? How will we do it?

And, do we want to move? It is something different. But could we do something different here? Not now. I don’t have a job. If I had a job could we? Perhaps.

But this job is contingent on a price break for our son’s tuition. That would make a difference. What will we do?

I do not know. And when I am overwhelmed I tend to go read. So I have been reading today instead of working.

I think I will fold some socks, finish the laundry, and load the dishwasher. Though I will NOT fill the water bottles again. That is E’s job this week. He can do it.