We're Coming To America

I feel like I'm on an emotional rollercoaster. I forgot how hard moving was. I'm trying to plan everything out exactly so everything gets done on time, people get paid, and I don't show up in America without any underpants or something like that. One moment I feel like bursting into tears and the next I'm dancing around Louis, taunting him with my sweet moves. I wish I had this week off because I feel like I'm struggling to get everything finished, especially since finding out I have to make a trip to Immigration before I leave. I suppose that it's my own fault for being lazy and not getting things done during my vacation. Now I have to ask off early from work which I hate hate hate doing because I have to go around and get signatures and explain what I'm doing. I think they understand, but I still feel awkward. I wish my coteachers would cut me some slack and plan the lessons themselves for this week, but that's not happening. Thus we must prevail...