As a substitute, I am aware that I may wake up in the morning to a phone call which asks, or requires, me to get up and go to work. I don’t usually answer last minute calls from one of my schools, because it takes almost an hour to get there, and I must leave at 6:50am in order to make the 7:50 bell. The other school is only 10 minutes up the road and starts at 8:30.
Guess which one I got a call from this morning?
And then I was on the phone until about 6:40 trying to get my plans and the FYI for the day.
I had planned on waking up at 8. It’s Monday, dammit.
Clothes? What are those? How do they match? What is life?
But somehow, I managed to leave the house at 7:00, which isn’t too bad, but not great. So I put my shades on and pump up some Kinky Boots tunes.
Because otherwise I’ll never be awake enough to drive.
Of course because I’m 10 minutes later than I usually am, I must hit an insane amount of traffic.
You know, to make Monday worse.
And then I finally get to the parking lot, but I have no idea where I’m going because the whole thing has been redesigned with assigned spaces and I’m looking for my spot like
And then I meet the freshmen today for the first time, which wasn’t supposed to happen until next week and they’re like
And I’m like
And then I told them to sit down and read and we’re both like
And then I saw kids that already know me from my other classes and they were like
And I was like
And then I had lunch. And that’s where I am right now.
Mondays. That’s really all I have for today. I was planning on writing something very different, but my blog writing time was taken away and looking at GIFs during my lunch seems productive, even though I won’t be able to finalize and post this until I actually get home.