Thursday, March 18, 2010

TIK TOK ON THE CLOCK

I'm talking pedicure on our toes, toes
Trying on all our clothes, clothes
Boys blowing up our phones, phones

[edited for GQish nerdy/prudish English teacher comfort in front of parents and students]

Don't stop, make it pop
DJ, blow my speakers up
Tonight, I'mma fight
'Til we see the sunlight

Tick tock on the clock
But the party don't stop, no
whoa oh oh oh, whoa oh oh oh.

So, um, I can't like, um, get that song out of my head. Even caterwauling it to my 9th graders at an inhuman pitch didn't help me get it out. I've got DQ on the brain, so everything is TIK TOK ON THE CLOCK even though I don't want to like that song or know that song, it's invaded the dewy corners of my mind like black mold.

I was at school for 43 hours today. Or something. I don't really know, but I know it was dark when I got home and that kind of day is a day I call suck and I just pre-dread tomorrow knowing that I'm not going to be in the mood for any more of their sh*t... I kind of wasn't today either, and I might have accidentally used a phrase with a student that included a certain name for a certain hooved animal, only I wasn't talking about how I was going to throw this kid's donkey outside if he made one more sexually inappropriate comment toward a girl in the room. Whoops. Don't worry, he was pushin' it, but I felt bad enough I had to apologize. And let me tell you, that was one of the more tame and ennuyeux (or is it ennuyeuse?--not sure about the gender of my franglish) parts of my day.

Other notables:

Oh-early 30 photo for DQ calendar. Not hopeful about it being my best shot evar.

Teaching. Like, a lot. Teaching freshmen how to give formal speeches. Akin to teaching monkeys to wear three piece-suits. About as successful.

Forgetting lunch. Epic cup-o-microwaving.

Telling my entire 6th period they were "grounded" because only one kid did brought his rough draft to school. Making entire 6th period work in silence and then show me a draft so they could leave the room when the bell rang. I hated when people did that "ticket out the door" BS to me. Bwah ah ah ah...

Scrambling to two different locations to get kiddos. Scrambling home to get Gameboys. Scrambling back to school for DQ rehearsal.

Hour of yelling over DQ ladies who I love, but still, ensuing headache and sore throat. Motrin, motrin, motrin, motrin, water.

Powerbar.

AP meeting.

Report card pickup night, AKA the firing squad.

HOME, HOME ON THE RANGE!

Okay dudes, I'm done though. For serious. Need my bed now. I'm going to go enjoy the heck out of my new Kindle for about two pages and then pass out. Totally lurve it, by the way. Lurve, lurve, lurve. Reading a few pages here and there like I'm in 6th grade again, reading The Cat Who... of the week. Sneaking pages in between work and kids and eating like I'm binging on some kind of calorie-rich secret. Loving it. Downloading Kindle on my iPhone so I can read and not appear to be reading (it's like the opposite of what my students do!) Feeling lucky, being awesome.

All in a day's work, y'all. All in a day's work.


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