"I'm down to my last dollar, I've walked right through my shoes
Just a small reminder of the hell that I've gone through
But look at me still smiling as I'm wondering what I'll do
Since I ain't got nothing I got nothing to lose..."
Here's a summary of my day:
This morning in the hall before school, a girl from another class grabbed one of my male student's nipples and twisted hard. He was (understandably), quite upset. The other kids felt it was necessary to inform me that that's called a purple nurple. Then someone asked me if you can get AIDS from kissing, and if not, how can you get it?
A few hours later, we were choosing people to write biographies on. (My students don't know who Helen Keller is. This scares me.) J randomly calls out, "Miss B, what is a See You Next Tuesday?" (I don't want to say the word here because it is very dirty and I never say it, but if you watch Sex and the City, you know what I am talking about.) He was serious- he had heard it in a movie and wondered about it. For some reason, my kids feel comfortable asking me questions like this, which is a blessing and a curse. At this moment, my principal walks in. Luckily, all she hears is me telling J that I never ever ever want to hear that word in my classroom again. "Is it worse than fag?" he asks me later. (He knows I hate this word.) "10 times worse," I reply, which just made the word seem even more cool and mysterious. I hear students quietly speculating about it for the rest of the day.
One of my most difficult students, K, was totally off-task and distracting other students this morning, so I sent him to a fourth grade classroom for a time-out. (I try to remind myself that he is one of God's children, so I need to love him, but it is just so hard with him.) In the other classroom, he unzips his pants and exposes himself to a fourth-grade girl. I wrote up the referral, but I'm not sure anything is being done about it.
I arrived home to a cold apartment. My heat wasn't working this morning, but I figured it was just a temporary aberration. Oh no, I couldn't be that lucky. It is now freezing in my apartment. I was going to call my landlord, but my phone got lost the other day, so I also lost her number. Also, my cable, internet, and home phone have been turned off because I am so past due on the bill, and there's no way I can pay till next Friday. (Part of the reason for this is having to buy the new cell phone.) So for the next few days, Panera will be my home away from home.
But for some reason, I'm still smiling. I'm pretending I'm in Rent. I always said I wanted to live the Bohemian life. Here's my chance. I just wish I could still have my email while I do it...
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