If you happened to read my last-week-of-school blog post from this past June, you might remember how frustrated and saddened I was by student attitudes that rounded out the school year. I'm not naïve enough to expect every kid to be excited for the last day of school, ready and eager to attend their class parties, field days, or whatever celebrations await them. I've known better than that for as long as I've held the job. But I certainly found myself oddly wistful for my own

I don't so much mind the overstimulation leaking onto other areas of my life, but lashing out at the person I love most is the saddening, sobering consequence of a pattern continuing for far too long. Not only are the tasks not handled, but I come home irritable and no fun to be around. It's a lose-lose.

When the sleep schedule gets fixed, maybe then, it will go quiet.

There's another kind of tragedy here, one that takes place on an individual level - the same one I find myself grappling with at this very moment. Why must I wait to hear what my chosen media outlet says about this - or anything, for that matter - before I can form my own opinion?

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