Every teacher has their bad days. Their lesson doesn't go smoothly and everything is in disarray and the kids are on crack or something similar and the whole day you are the one watching the clock and and not other way around. Well, that day was today. Let's give you the back story...
My fiance and I are in the process of buying a home. I was supposed to hear by 6 tonight whether or not they accepted our offer or counter offered. Well, all day I waited in anxiety. I wasn't even thinking about class, but just about what my realtor would say to me when she called. I couldn't sleep last night because of all the anxiety that had built up and there was no way for me to release it. So that's where my bad day started. I tossed and turned (literally) all night until I took a sleep aid to help me get some shut-eye. Well, to my surprise, I awoke at 6:05 a.m. when I normally wake up at 5:40. So already I knew I was in for one and while I was in the shower I considered calling in sick because I had this feeling of dread about how the day would turn out. In my head kept replaying the ice cream truck music from the night before and I thought I would go insane.
I got to school, got my things ready for 5th hour and started the day off. 5th hour went by without any glitches, except for the package I was supposed to get wasn't anywhere to be found. 6th hour came and went without much flair, just the usual monotonous work of my lazy seniors "working" on their writing portfolios. But after 6th hour, still no package and still no word from my realtor. Ugh...could this day go by any slower. My prep came and went and 8th hour was upon me. My 8th hour...boy are they a treat. Disrespectful to a T. The mix of kids in class do not do it justice and it would be decent if it weren't for a few particular girls in the class. Actually one girl, who by the way has a personal vendetta against me. Probably still from when I called her out on plagiarizing one of her poems. Since then she has given me nothing but attitude. The funniest part is that she told another teacher who she T.A.s for that I single her out! Can you believe that! These kids get away with murder nowadays and it just kills me. I would've never, in million years said that about a teacher. Good grief...
So my 8th hour was out of control like usual, that girl was a total snot, and my package was delivered to the wrong address in a wrong town. Plus on top of all that, they can't give me an answer to my house offer until tomorrow...
Some days just need to be over and this one is way past overdue. The only thing that cheered me up a little was by reading my favorite blog, Post Secret. It is always good to go on there and read what others are thinking. Only 1 month of school left, and then it is sweet freedom for about 2 months for me.
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