November 22

So the mystery of my missing wallet was not that I was careless or pick-pocketed by a strange hoodlum in the marketplace, rather, a student came into my room during break (an older student, presumably), searched through all of the zipper pockets of my backpack, stole my wallet, emptied it all of the cash, and then returned it 5 days later (which really isn't all that shocking, as Liz once caught a 7th grader go through all of my drawers and search my gradebook for his younger brother's grades, yet the lock on my desk is broken and I am required to keep my room unlocked and all of the windows open during all school hours). Not only does it break my heart, that I probably face this student each day in friendly conversation and its all a farce, but its also horribly inconvenient because the day before I quickly grabbed my wallet from purse and put it in the front zipper pocket of my backpack, I had exchanged a $100 bill at lucky market, bought about $10 worth of groceries, and didn't think to take the change out of my wallet, which was the rest of that months paycheck, so, will suffice it to say, I'm completely broke -- that was exactly half of my paycheck ($90, I get $180 per month), also my credit cards were cancelled 2 days prior to the return of it, so even having those back is completely useless. I was talking to the dean parent Janice, and she said that working in the dorm this year has been tremendously difficult, because the children are very deceptive and secretive, and that even small children can lie on queue and not blink an eye, mostly to cover for the older kids. I’d just rather live in the happy daydreams of my head, where everything is beautiful and nothing hurts, and everybody is morally sound, and always perfectly trustworthy. I hate when reality forces you to be cynical. Forces you to realize that some people are just horribly misguided, and have been their entire lives, and its hard to say if they will ever recover from it (a downward spiral), it just perplexes me on how these people can exist and live with themselves, and I hate feeling so guarded and cynical. Yet I’d be stupid if I didn’t adapt to being this way. I’m never bringing more than $5 to school ever again.

ps. Happy Thanksgiving.... that's today, right? I almost forgot.