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Well, it's actually the eye of the storm of what Hellweek 2.0 is.

If you've been following this blog (or me) you'll remember that a couple of years back (when I was teaching as well) had a bit of a busy week that was extremely hard because I had several things to do all at once and all urgent. I called that Hellweek.

Well, it came back with a bite.

This time is two weeks time and I had to do a couple of things, such as:

Organizing for my group's Ceremony (a thing we Mexican schools do when having a moment to celebrate our patriotism each week). This event already happened this monday.

Finals week for all of my students. This already happened.

Sign the contract for the new place. This happened yesterday.

Start packing. Doing this as we speak.

Move out and then pack out. Which will happen today.

Grade everything. And then set every grade up on the website. Happening this week.

Create content for the next two weeks. Which is happening this weekend.

As for moving out. It's a mess.

The old land lady was pretty much calling me a thief since she says that she left a few blankets, a clothes iron, a few pans and brooms. Mind you, all of them were mine and she has cameras to prove what I took from the house but she refuses to look at them (because she's a fucking crazy bitch).

She also owed me the deposit to the fucking place which she says she will return to me "as soon as she gets a new tennant". The truth is that I am sure she won't return anything to me because she's that much of a greedy old piece of shit.

I am honestly exhausted. Mentally. Physically. Emotionally.

Well, it's actually the eye of the storm of what Hellweek 2.0 is.

If you've been following this blog (or me) you'll remember that a couple of years back (when I was teaching as well) had a bit of a busy week that was extremely hard because I had several things to do all at once and all urgent. I called that Hellweek.

Well, it came back with a bite.

This time is two weeks time and I had to do a couple of things, such as:

Organizing for my group's Ceremony (a thing we Mexican schools do when having a moment to celebrate our patriotism each week). This event already happened this monday.

Finals week for all of my students. This already happened.

Sign the contract for the new place. This happened yesterday.

Start packing. Doing this as we speak.

Move out and then pack out. Which will happen today.

Grade everything. And then set every grade up on the website. Happening this week.

Create content for the next two weeks. Which is happening this weekend.

As for moving out. It's a mess.

The old land lady was pretty much calling me a thief since she says that she left a few blankets, a clothes iron, a few pans and brooms. Mind you, all of them were mine and she has cameras to prove what I took from the house but she refuses to look at them (because she's a fucking crazy bitch).

She also owed me the deposit to the fucking place which she says she will return to me "as soon as she gets a new tennant". The truth is that I am sure she won't return anything to me because she's that much of a greedy old piece of shit.

I am honestly exhausted. Mentally. Physically. Emotionally.

Ryan yesterday at the panel.