My stomach aches from the smidgeon of jumbo bean and cheese burrito I just injested. Caramel Machiatto at my side, I sit and type in a relaxed stupor. Tomorrow is Friday. Thank You. Thank You. Hallelujah. Hallelujah.
I have just made it through two of my most stressful weeks of teaching. At times, I sit in the lunchroom and want to quit. My class is such a mix of behaviors, that it sometimes is hard to function and in all my Type A glory, I tend to put the blame for the behavior on myself. Thirty-two kids. Wow. I still can't get over that number. Today, during writing, everytime I would turn my head to help a student, another student across the room would throw a crayon. There was also the time today, when someone came up to me to say that there was a substance that looked like throw up/ lugee in the corner and it had gotten all over someone's backpack. I couldn't figure out what the "liquid" was, so I called the office for a clean-up. Better to be safe, than to risk handing bodily fluids.
Partly to blame for my stress is that I have been not feeling well for a couple of weeks. I've had a head cold, compounded with a pretty nasty stomach bug. Completely took me out of running this week. I plan to make it back to the gym tomorrow morning for a nice 5:30 Am jog on the treadmill.
Sigh, at least tomorrow is Crazy Hat Day, and I get to wear my tiara in public. I might get a few odd looks at Starbucks in the morning, but it will all be worth it because I will feel pretty.