a series of unsetlling events

these things just happened:
1. i have seen multiple dead animals up close recently (on bikes, walking, running) and not realized it until i was right up on them. this is always unsettling and their squished mouths are always open towards me. i don't know what this means exactly.

2. today in class my student's good time went like this, "my boyfriend got out of the hospital." and we were like, "why what happened, is he okay?" because some of the kids knew him. and she said, "no, he got stabbed multiple times. we were in bed asleep and some guy came in and
started stabbing him in the head, and back. my bf shot at him with the shotgun and missed."
other details include the fact that the stabbing boy's mom drove him to the shooting boy's (a.k.a. my student's bf) house, the stabbing boy threw a swing at my student, and she got hand-
cuffed because she said she was going to kill the stabbing boy.

3. i've been trying to cook chocolate chip brownies for an hour. highlights include me spilling sugar all over the floor my roomate had just cleaned and the stove, someone using the last of the brown sugar on the sneak, me forgetting to put in the eggs and finding an emergency back up plan on the internet, and eating the remnants of the saved recipe til i feel a little sick.

i feel like i'm having some liz lemon moments. or a just having a liz lemon having a cathy moment.

why i feel so weird inside

two conversations i had in the same day:
setting: at school
exposition: my kids were taking s.o.l.'s today so i was working towards working on a pile of essays i have to grade (translation: entering late grades, answering emails etc), but kids kept dropping by.

conversation 1:
i have had 2 students that have been dating for 2 years. the boy walks in and explains that he just got suspended from votec. for skipping saturday school. we small talk about ring dance (which just happened) and he says he and his gf just broke up. then he says, "i'm going to be a fazzzer." which i guess means a father. i was shocked and confused, then i find out the mom isn't his ex-gf. i said, "what does the mom think about all this?" and he says, "she's a grown woman." and i say, "does she live by herself?" and he says, "yes, but i'm only 16." then he proceeds to tell me his co-worker died, and his dad would put him out of the house if he knew and he keeps telling her she better hurry up and get an abortion before the baby gets to big. running into him later in the hall, i find out because he was wandering the hall so much, he's about to get suspended from regular school too. too much craziness to process.

conversation 2:
after proctoring and s.o.l., i told this girl she had a nice name. she opened up to me and said, "aw, i wanna tell you this story then. my aunt thought of it while she was taking a dump." me, stunned and stammering for a sec. "huh," i mustered.

same day. what the heck. how is the brain supposed to swivel around to deal with all these dick missions?