So I'm sitting here, trying to focus on my damn lesson plans, but I can't because I just found out today what I get paid for my teaching and I cannot force myself to give even the smallest of fucks just now. Plus there are these two groups of liberty kids in the coffeebar I'm sitting in, and they are having a war for the saddest spectacle of a conversation ever. ("Don't sit there, bro! The girl of my dreams might come in and sit there. As if. No, she'd probably be like 'I'm just waiting for my husband to join me.' Story of my life. But really. If God wanted me to be married, the right girl would be in my life. Right? Legendary.")
Ho ho.
That said, I'm tired and it's getting cold. I wish I had a chocolate chip cookie. I keep waiting for the part of this week where things slow down and I can catch my breath, but it never seems to come.
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