Bad moods. Today was a doozy of a day. Actually, it was just the time from 2:45 to 4pm that was painful. Every Thursday afternoon I supervise 6th grade detention - yes, apparently I am a sadist. Generally, the students are well-behaved, content to read quietly or do homework the entire time. I teach almost every single 6th grader and the little ruffians respect me enough to meet my expectations with minimal complaint.They have earned detention for minor infractions like running in the hall or showing up late to class one too many times, and once they've spent time in my stuffy classroom after school they are not too eager to return. There must have been something in the air today, though, because three of the five students there were so disrespectful and non-compliant that I wanted to jab sharp objects into my ears and run screaming from the building, never to return. The little devils made me so crazy that I actually begged my teaching neighbor to walk them to the bathroom so I could have a few moments of peace.When four o'clock hit I shooed the delinquents from my room, hopped into my car and sped home, dreaming of the coktail I'd whip up as soon as I walked through the door. Well, by time I got home alcohol was not an option because I had an appointment looming and driving their after a drink or two didn't seem like a wise choice. What's a grumpy girl to do when she can't imbibe some tasty, tasty spirits? Crank up the tunes and dance around in her underwear. Jason, I have the perfect non-alcoholic elixir for taking those blues away and I would be pleased as punch to share it with you the next time you're in a funk. Just pop in "Hey, Eugene" by Pink Martini, strip down to your skivvies and belt your heart out. There is something about the song's catchy lyrics and danceable beat that immediately puts a smile on your face and makes you appreciate the feel of cotton undergraments, no matter how heinous your day. So give me a call, Jason, the next time you need an attitude check. I'll happily whip off my pants and dance with you over the phone. I've bet you've never had an offer like that.Thursday, March 25, 2010
Reason 115
Bad moods. Today was a doozy of a day. Actually, it was just the time from 2:45 to 4pm that was painful. Every Thursday afternoon I supervise 6th grade detention - yes, apparently I am a sadist. Generally, the students are well-behaved, content to read quietly or do homework the entire time. I teach almost every single 6th grader and the little ruffians respect me enough to meet my expectations with minimal complaint.They have earned detention for minor infractions like running in the hall or showing up late to class one too many times, and once they've spent time in my stuffy classroom after school they are not too eager to return. There must have been something in the air today, though, because three of the five students there were so disrespectful and non-compliant that I wanted to jab sharp objects into my ears and run screaming from the building, never to return. The little devils made me so crazy that I actually begged my teaching neighbor to walk them to the bathroom so I could have a few moments of peace.When four o'clock hit I shooed the delinquents from my room, hopped into my car and sped home, dreaming of the coktail I'd whip up as soon as I walked through the door. Well, by time I got home alcohol was not an option because I had an appointment looming and driving their after a drink or two didn't seem like a wise choice. What's a grumpy girl to do when she can't imbibe some tasty, tasty spirits? Crank up the tunes and dance around in her underwear. Jason, I have the perfect non-alcoholic elixir for taking those blues away and I would be pleased as punch to share it with you the next time you're in a funk. Just pop in "Hey, Eugene" by Pink Martini, strip down to your skivvies and belt your heart out. There is something about the song's catchy lyrics and danceable beat that immediately puts a smile on your face and makes you appreciate the feel of cotton undergraments, no matter how heinous your day. So give me a call, Jason, the next time you need an attitude check. I'll happily whip off my pants and dance with you over the phone. I've bet you've never had an offer like that.
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