I set my alarm for 6:45, five minutes later than usual, because it just looked so much nicer than 6:40. I usually spend time checking email and stuff in the morning, but I figured I just wouldn't do that today. I walked into work exactly five minutes late.
When I went to tell my principal about the vandalism in my classroom, she informed me that my autistic student urinated all over in both stairwells yesterday, and then I went to my classroom, and C came in to talk to me about a surprise shower. Even though she was pleasant, I still don't like talking to her.
I could tell it was going to be a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day.
My kids were loud and disrespectful when I was trying to teach, and the most popular couple in the class broke up, so there was all kinds of drama, and we didn't even get to go outside for recess.
I think I'll move to Australia.
I saw my principal later in the day, and she asked me when I was going to get my reading certification. She implied that wants me to be the school's Title 1 teacher next year. She said I can't be unless I'm highly qualified.
"Don't they make any exceptions?" I said. " I'll be highly qualified within that school year, and I can take the test this summer, and I already teach reading anyway."
It was a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day.
That's what it was because I had to cancel my strength training session for today. "That's okay," Julie said. "I'll see you in a few days."
"In a few days", I thought, "I'm going to Australia."
On the way home I stopped my the bank and noticed there were police cars in front of the bank across the street. I figured there must have been a bank robbery and forgot about it until I got on the expressway and traffic wasn't moving at all. There was a car chase following the bank robbery and the car crashed and there was a shoot out and a police officer was shot and two suspects were caught but the third one was trying to escape on foot, and so the whole expressway was a crime scene and was closed right where I needed to be. It took me two hours to get home.
It was a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day.
I tried to sign up for the June date for the reading test, but it's an extra $90.
I forgot to do a paper that's due tomorrow that I haven't even done the reading for.
I watched last night's episode of Gossip Girl where Blair and Chuck finally got together, but just got depressed because I can't imagine ever being that happy and in love.
The Cubs lost, I don't get to go to the Mormon Tabernacle choir concert in St. Louis, and I feel like I can't breathe.
It has been a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day.
I guess some days are like that.
Even in Australia.
When I went to tell my principal about the vandalism in my classroom, she informed me that my autistic student urinated all over in both stairwells yesterday, and then I went to my classroom, and C came in to talk to me about a surprise shower. Even though she was pleasant, I still don't like talking to her.
I could tell it was going to be a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day.
My kids were loud and disrespectful when I was trying to teach, and the most popular couple in the class broke up, so there was all kinds of drama, and we didn't even get to go outside for recess.
I think I'll move to Australia.
I saw my principal later in the day, and she asked me when I was going to get my reading certification. She implied that wants me to be the school's Title 1 teacher next year. She said I can't be unless I'm highly qualified.
"Don't they make any exceptions?" I said. " I'll be highly qualified within that school year, and I can take the test this summer, and I already teach reading anyway."
It was a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day.
That's what it was because I had to cancel my strength training session for today. "That's okay," Julie said. "I'll see you in a few days."
"In a few days", I thought, "I'm going to Australia."
On the way home I stopped my the bank and noticed there were police cars in front of the bank across the street. I figured there must have been a bank robbery and forgot about it until I got on the expressway and traffic wasn't moving at all. There was a car chase following the bank robbery and the car crashed and there was a shoot out and a police officer was shot and two suspects were caught but the third one was trying to escape on foot, and so the whole expressway was a crime scene and was closed right where I needed to be. It took me two hours to get home.
It was a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day.
I tried to sign up for the June date for the reading test, but it's an extra $90.
I forgot to do a paper that's due tomorrow that I haven't even done the reading for.
I watched last night's episode of Gossip Girl where Blair and Chuck finally got together, but just got depressed because I can't imagine ever being that happy and in love.
The Cubs lost, I don't get to go to the Mormon Tabernacle choir concert in St. Louis, and I feel like I can't breathe.
It has been a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day.
I guess some days are like that.
Even in Australia.
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