How, how, how in the dickens am I supposed to teach The Texas Revolution tomorrow with minimal knowledge of Texas history? Social studies hasn’t been a priority all year and I’m supposed to jump right in with a wealth of knowledge? Fuck, I’m done. Jeepers, sorry for the dirty word. No, not really…you’ll live. Uh, on the upside, the cold eased up a bit and I managed to drag my ass to work this morning.
Speaking of work, today was definitely colorful. While taking the kiddies to the lunchroom, I had a boy say, “Ms. So and So, what’s masturbate mean?” Easily caught of guard, what could I do other than laugh and tell him knows what the word means, it's completely inappropriate to discuss at school and that’s something he needs to do in the privacy of his home, not school.
About thirty minutes later I had another student, a girl, tell me her “privacy” hurt and I was like, “Your what!?”
“Ms. So and So, my privacy hurts.” Holy hell, what do you say to that!? I asked the kid if she had to use the restroom, while trying to think up all the reasons my own crotch would hurt. After securing some privacy, I managed to find out her mom says she needs cranberry juice. Okay, okay, clear picture.
I don’t know what has contributed to my piss poor moods lately. The sickness, the kids, the TX history, the traffic, the food, the weather, the living situation, the oil change I keep putting off, the restlessness, the money, the uncertainty, the love life, the habits, the unpacked boxes…It’s a little everything, I suppose. I really need to start taking my medicine regularly because I’m not used to feeling this shitty. Stop!
If you’ve made it this far, thanks for reading my little rant of the day. Look forward to tomorrow’s Love Horror: Part III.