Or as I like to say…
Livin’ the Dream…
(insert sarcasm)
4nd period today I sent a student outside for the usual classroom disruption – when I went to let him in - he informed me a student had written on the wall outside my classroom...
“Ms. _____ sucks d$ck”
Are you effing kidding me???
There was no way to tell who had written that on the wall as hundreds of students walk by my door daily…so there was nothing I could do except to ask campus safety to have it cleaned off the wall…
Moving on to 6th period – one of my male students told me I looked like a high school girl he saw on “America’s Most Wanted” last night…
So I asked him, “Ummm, did she look nasty?”
(We all know the type of people on America’s Most Wanted)
He replied, “No, no…she was the victim”
“Awesome, at least I don’t look like a criminal…”
Another male student addressed me “Oh hayyy gurrrrl”
*appalled*
I correct him….he makes a second attempt….”Oh hayyy gurl Ms. ____”
Nope, still inappropriate….try again
And then there’s 8th period…of course my mood is now amazing…at which point one of my students asks me
“Why did you want to be a math teacher…I don’t think I’d have the patience for this”
I don’t know if that was before or after a student *snapped* his fingers at me to get my attention like I was a f*cking waitress!
So now it’s lunchtime….eating my feelings has now commenced….
*I daydream about the possibility of a margarita machine in the staff room…or perhaps hooking myself up to an IV drip of vodka and Percocet as I tell my coworkers about my day*
After several inappropriate jokes – and my coworkers prying the plastic wear out of my hands so I don’t slit my wrists…I feel I am able to go about the rest of my day
The lunch bell rings….luckily 10th period is my prep…time I *should* be spending grading papers and calling parents…but instead…I sit and stare at the wall…after several minutes go by…I then decide that messaging my friends on gchat sounds like a good idea…
Reality check ... I have to stay after school to teach extended day (our after school program)
F$CK!!!
*Deep breath*
Starbucks is in now a necessity
I grab my purse, throw on my sunglass and walk towards the quad…where I’m greeted by several students I don’t know…
“Oh hayyy Ms. _____, where you goin’ wit dem sunglasses on, I like yo’ sunglasses”
I mumble something and scurry by trying to make it to my car without anymore interactions – ignoring whatever else may be flying out of their mouths…because if I didn’t hear it…I don’t have to deal with it!
Seriously....this is my *job*
I don't think I was harassed this much when I was actually in middle school....now a day a work feels like a night out at the club....the only thing missing is a drink being spilled on me and someone slapping my ass!
How many days till summer vacation?
