6:45 am: Wake up. Twice. Two alarms. Stumble to the bathroom, use the toilet, look in the mirror and determine that I really don't need to wash my hair, thus affording me about 30 minutes more sleep.
6:47 am: Reset alarms for 7:15 am and crash.
7:30 am: Wake up in a start (thank goodness for half consciousness) and jump out of bed, throw clothing on, french braid my hair (dang, I really should have showered...) and grab my bag.
7:35 am: Walk like a zombie to school. Pretty sure I saw one of my students walking with his mom, but I don't have a lot of recollection about the journey.
8:00 am: Oh my goodness. I don't think I can do this. 1F will be the death of my spirit and creative potential and life force... twice today.
8:45 am: Yeah, I'm taking a ten minute nap in the teacher's bathroom.
8:55 am: Can 9:40 get here soon enough? Because having 1A once a week is difficult enough, let alone two days in a row.
9:40 am: Back to the teacher's bathroom for nap time.
10:00 am: Woops. I missed that bell. I should probably go to class. Except. Ugh... I have nothing to do with these students because there are only 2 classes left and I finished the unit yesterday. Bring on the 45 minutes (well, 40 :) of making crap up. Oh, and eating bread.
10:40 am: Okay, I can hang in the teacher's lounge and pad a certain amount of grades in the catalog to ensure my 8th graders all get a 10, regardless of effort or quality of work performed this year.
10:50 am: Well hello again, 1F. Please just... um... color. Please stop yelling. Okay, stop yelling now. You probably shouldn't swing between the chairs. Is there a reason you cannot stop running? Why is it that you aren't listening to a thing I say? Okay, just talk right over me. None of these songs are working. None of these tricks are working. Please just color. Don't mind me, I'll just be strangling myself with this scarf. No worries.
11:31 am: Seriously. So. Close.
11:32 am: No way has it only been one minute.
11:34 am: Let's count really loudly. Really loudly.
11:35 am: I am free. Freedom. What is this? Such a curious feeling.
11:45 am: This chicken tastes really good.
12:19 pm: Why isn't Vodaphone open? That isn't very nice, because I need more credit on my phone. Who takes a lunch break, seriously?
12:35 pm: Sleep. It's rather glorious.
And then the rest of the day happened.
Ha! I totally relate my dear! Especially the strangling self bit (unfortunately my desire to do away with myself comes when teaching ADULTS!! At least kids have an EXCUSE (they're kids). Adults should know better?!)
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"Okay, I can hang in the teacher's lounge and pad a certain amount of grades in the catalog to ensure my 8th graders all get a 10, regardless of effort or quality of work performed this year." You are totally right.
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