Saturday, 2nd November 2024
Old notebooks
Seven notebooks I had written in at my previous workplace were taken apart and shredded today.
There was about three years worth of notes.
If I throw them away, I won't remember them anymore.
Recalling the names of various people, I thought about the many people I had associated with at my previous workplace and how I had lost touch with them.
Today, my online English conversation lesson didn't work.
It was due to technical problems.
I charged the school and got my time back for it.
And tomorrow, I decided to take a lesson with a teacher I don't know.
I don't like the idea of being cut off in this way from a tutor I've had for years, but I'm sure I'll be looking for a new one for some time to come.
I am probably in a transitional period right now.
It sounds cool to write that, but I'm just rootless.
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