I'm so tired today. I sit in my classroom, starving. I'm wait for my colleague to finish grading papers as my stomach roars with anger. My head pounds from the echoes of high pitched voices roaming through the hallways. Lockers slam loud and the copy machine is broken.. for the third time this week. My GT student won't keep his shoes on. We have had a firedrill, tornadoe drill and a lock down drill all in one day. Is that even possible? I have five hundred and fifty five...no wait..fifty six parents approach me at one time. With a headache. I don't have the answers for once. I tell them "I will get back to you". I hate saying that- when knowing I left my superwoman cape at home. I do love my job. My students. My life. I love my desk that lovingly cradles the papers which hold deadly deadlines. I love my blue shag carpet that hideously smells like sandbox and monkeybars. I love how my projector slide shoots up and spins if I don't hold it the right way. My days go by like a strand in the wind. I sometimes wish I can stand outside my glass house and witness my lovely, beautiful crazy life. Sometimes I just wish I can throw rocks at a glass house. I bet that would be interesting. I hear Adele playing in the background as I pick up the remaining shredded paper left from my 17 busy bodies. I sit up with a handful of multicolored construction paper and say to myself " Oh, I love Adele".
I can't grade papers because I lent the second grade teacher down the hall my EZ grader, which, she forgot to mention that she was taking it home. I really need that grader. I find it really hard to grade without my magic red sharpie when, I left the lid off last night. It dried out while I slumbered, alone in the dark classroom, laying on a desk full of ungraded papers. What an awful way to parish. I really do consider myself lucky. Amazingly honest.
However, sometimes I'm tired. Really tired. Tonight. I'm tired. Anybody else feel me??
anybody?
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