Dear Friday the 25th,
What the fuck kind of loopy day WERE YOU?!
Between teaching a student how to drive a toy jeep at our school trip (step OFF the pedal to stop!) (honey, you need to steer gawdammit) (seriously, STEER!) (motherfucker you just ran over my toe!) and dealing with some other shit that went down at work which I cannot really go into here, but was serious enough to include the police putting someone up against a wall, I think it is safe to say that yesterday was one of the weirdest days I've had.
I was looking forward to treating myself with a latté at the local Starbucks (I've decided that spending nearly 20 bucks a week on coffee is NOT okay), but realized I couldn't since I had meetings all through lunch. Oh joyous day. I had to settle for the tar that is otherwise known as coffee that was in the staffroom. Not even the copious amounts of sweetner (yes, I know, horrible for me) and milk could mask the taste of burnt coffee beans. Down the sink it went. So much for a caffeinated pick me up.
I was able to make it in one piece by the end of the day (3:30 for me), and was so looking forward to working out at Five Causes park with hot Ultimate Fighter. This wasn't the day for a lost child to come in to play (no day is good for that but THIS day was definitely not a good one as I was already at the end of my rope). I dismiss my kids and look around for the one who usually lags behind and who I sit with in the office until she gets picked up, but she is NOWHERE TO BE FOUND! Cue panic central station right ..... now. Naturally, I began my bootcamp session early by running around the school looking for her.
I was full out bowels-have-a-mind-of-their-own fear stricken that other teachers took one look at me and told me I looked white as a ghost. Luckily, my principal figured out that a neighbour had taken her home. That was enough to quell my over-active heart from flipping right out of my mouth and onto the pavement. Once the fear was completely gone, anger took it's place. She KNOWS that she must say goodbye to me before she leaves! What the fuck! My principal noticed my ghost-like appearance and asked if I was okay. I was just relieved. This is definitely high on the list of one of the worst things that could happen to a teacher.
I was so happy to have you over with, Friday. I couldn't wait to expend all my pent up anxiety at my bootcamp session. I got a kick out of one of the other bootcampers who was shamelessly flirting with Ultimate Fighter.
"So, is it okay if I come in the morning session when you teach and stare at your bulging muscles while I imagine what our kids will look like?"
"Sure, that's fine."
Bitch.
I also found it amusing how she would keep looking at me to see what my reaction to him was. Umm, you go for it sweetie. I'm not playing no game of who will he notice the most. Not my style. And I'm definitely not going to a bootcamp session at 6am, just so I can see him. I'm not that desperate.
I'm sure glad that you are done and over with, Friday the 25th. I can handle weird shit going on in my life, but that was just way too much for one day. I'm hoping that you won't alert your other day of the week friends to try and take jabs at me for kicks. I think I'm good for awhile.
Yours,
EM
7 hours ago
