Day 231: Eff Mondays

Today. Sucked.

It's not often that I say that, but holy crap.

I was totally unprepared for my beloved Bachis, which meant no witty dialogue with Favorite nor Pineapple. :( They'd all done great blogs - which I wasn't expecting - and so I kinda just pretended like they had stuff to work on, while their teacher observed. >_<

Next was Laura's 2nd graders, who I had listen to a story. But as soon as she left the room, all hell broke loose, and I felt like a joke. Why did they offer ME a job there when I can't make 2nd graders pay attention for five minutes. Ugh.

And then it was the 7th graders. Between breaks and subbing, I haven't had to deal with them in over a month, and so today, when I had to deal with their bullshit for 1.5 hours, I lost it. I literally cussed them out, screaming. I threw notebooks at people's heads and didn't stop until their oblivious, facebooking teacher asked what was wrong.

What was wrong was that they were all fooling around, disrespectful as shit, giggling, being imbeciles for 45 minutes while a handful of people tried to hear what I was saying over their inane bullshit.

The teacher immediately told them they'd be having a week without any recess for making the most calm and patient teacher in the school absolutely lose it.

They effing deserve it.

They are the one anomaly of that whole school. They are so rude and cocky and slimy. I just hate them. I could combine my 1st graders and 45 of them would be more mature and respectful than this lot - and better at English, to boot. >_<

And that pretty much sealed the tone of my day.

The Seniors complained that writing 250 words about themselves was asking too much and they had too many exams, as they sat there laughing about stupid crap in Spanish and doing virtually nothing. >_< Obnoxious 7th graders even did that assignment - TWICE - without complaining. And these 17 year olds have had three classes to do it. Ugh.

After school classes were no better, and mostly I wanted to give up and go to the bar next-door. >_<

When I got home, I had two shots, half a bottle of wine and half a pack of Oreos, with cream cheese and fresh strawberries. And when I was ready to be civil, all my roommates were asleep - by 10 pm!!!!!

So.

Over.

Monday.

Eff this.

*later*

I just spent an hour and a half looking at old photos from the past six years. And I look so happy in them. But I wasn't. I had adoring boyfriends. I had adoring girlfriends. I had adoring best friends. But I know that outside of those poses for the camera, I felt utterly incomplete.

I know today sucked, but I can count on one hand the amount of days that have sucked since I moved here. And that's crazy.

Maybe the answer really isn't finding that other person, but finding yourself and what fulfills you on your own, first... O_o