previous // March 09, 2008
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I've got the mid-semester, late winter blues. Or something. My favorite thing to say right now is, "Ask me how bad I want to think about school right now?" And of course I'm sitting here in sweats with the space heater up and I hear songbirds. Songbirds! Isn't it too early for them, or did they get confused the one day the thermometer read 50 like the rest of us? What's really tough is, like my students, I know that we have a whole week off next week and mentally I'm already sacked out on the couch with a Heineken in the middle of the day watching People's Court.
Though, when you really think about it, I'm usually mentally sacked out on the couch with something alcoholic watching People's Court. And what a way to be!
The class whose teacher I subbed for on Friday was actually decent. I was in complete shock, I was expecting to head over to the nearest bar, skipping out on my tutoring session, and having a few drinks to take the edge off. She even warned me in her note of a few kids that like to be pains in the you-know-where, and they were manageable! Praise Jeebus, it was a good day! Yes, I did leave a bad note for that class, especially the woozles that were being obnoxious (quietly obnoxious; I can't wait until they're in high school), but it was still better than my last experience in December when I was there.
And since things couldn't be status quo all day (hell no!), while I had an off period, a couple students approached the teacher who was in my room at the time and said there was a threatening message on a stall wall in the boy's bathroom. Joy in the morning, let's go into lockdown! Thankfully nothing came of it, but for the rest of the day I had to field questions of, "What happened? Are we okay?" ::sigh:: Middle schoolers.
And then -- because why stop there? -- I got over to the college and just as I'm about to sit down to check my e-mail before I start my tutoring session, the fire alarm goes off so we all had to troop outside and wait that out. At least I wasn't on the 5th floor like last time, but yow. And of course all the trucks with their bells and whistles came careening over. Thank god we were all standing at a busy intersection where people could point and make speculative comments. Not sure what was up, as a few maintainence people were dashing up the stairs muttering over their walkie talkies something about an odor, but we did get to go back inside and everything was apparently okay.
I'm looking forward today to staying in jammies for as long as possible, watching the race (Hotlanta, ought to be good), and maybe taking a swipe at the dishes during cautions. Maybe.
Boogity boogity boogity! Let's go racing boys!
Thanks for reading,
Ter
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