Don't Wanta Go

I'm leaving for Mexico tomorrow morning. I don't have a good feeling about it, for some reason. To be honest, I have a rather bad feeling about it, and it worries me. As if something bad was going to happen. I don't need more tragedies.

I feel as if I don't really have the time for this. What I should be doing for the month of July is working, there is still plenty of catching up to do. I feel bad about just leaving like this, with uncompleted assignments, when I'm not even going to have internet access during my stay down there to even check if things are ok in my absence. Then, there are other things. I mean, it's a lot of work, and who says I shouldn't this year take vacation instead of engaging in voluntary work one more time. Plus, I'm sort of beginning to doubt if there is any point in this. It's an eternal struggle to prepare students with insuffiecient background for such an exam and the results are more often than not a disappointment. Sometimes I even wonder if the students really want to be doing this. (And then why am I?) Sic!

Plus, none of my favorite colleagues is probably gonna be there this time, the group is thinning. And the climate is awful down there, inhumanly hot and humid, my favorite! And finally again, I have this bad presentiment. Don't know what to do with it. What does it mean? Is my plane gonna be hijacked, or something?