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Thank you all for your well wishes. I'm back to normal!!! Except...
Some people believe you are permanently on the rag because all you do is bitch, bitch, bitch. Bitch in the morning. Bitch in the evening. In fact, you bitch so much your mouth might as well be an a--hole.
This is me lately. Ask anyone that's talked to me in the past couple of days (give or take a couple of folk). It's like for somebody to even THINK something stupid/annoying around me will make me ready to snap. It's not PMS either. I'm just irritable as fuq. Maybe it's lack of sleep or something...or those freakin' high school students (I SWEAR the day after I wrote about them being so great...they turned into demon-children). I dunno. My 'tude is bad though. It's been like that, but now it's kind of out-of-my-control-bad. Heads will roll...even those of strangers.
For example:
Last weekend, Ito was in town with some friends from school. Her friends had other agendas so we decided to go catch up over some dinner at Bennigan's. As we were getting out of the car I noticed I only had on one glove. A few feet behind us are two black men. They start their woopin' and hollerin'.
"Ayyyy...Hey Ladies...HEY...*whistle*...wooooo...Excuse me. Miss Lady!!! Woooo"
Ito is walking beside me mumbling stuff like "ooh whadda we do? etc. etc." I'm totally ignoring them. Then finally, one of them says:
"Did one of y'all drop a glove?!"
So, of course I turn around. Then they start saying how it was so horrible for us to turn around once they mentioned the glove, but otherwise we weren't paying them any mind. I was about to say thank you...till one of them was like "It ain't like y'all all that." I SNAPPED.
I told him it's not about whether or not we think we're all that, it's about not knowing the weirdos behind us who are screaming and yelling to us. I asked him WHY he thought his approach was an effective one. Why the hell he thought we should turn around. Then I asked would HE turn around if we were screaming from down the block at him. He said YES. (I don't think so, homie...or maybe, but only because we're chicks.) He then continued, by saying he would turn around only to see who was yelling. I told him how I already saw who was yelling behind me and because I did NOT know either of them, I paid them no attention. Meanwhile, Ito is making a face at me like "Shut the hell up!," but I swear, they had me sooo heated. I decided to take Ito's hint though. I told them thanks, got my glove and kept it movin'.
So, the demon-children. Tuesday, was the first day that I actually envisioned myself snapping on the classroom as a whole. I was actually thinking in my mind what would be borderline acceptable to say to my ninth period class, so as to not lose my job. Because they were TRULY wilin' out. And I mean, it's not even as bad as it could be--towards me. They're not callin' me out of my name. They pay attention when I'm teaching (for the most part). They participate--all of that. However, it's when I'm NOT teaching that the trouble begins. One of my co-teachers was at the board and a boy told her "Mothafucka, I do what I want." Hellll naw. She told him to get out. He did. I hope that's all I would have said.
Some people believe you are permanently on the rag because all you do is bitch, bitch, bitch. Bitch in the morning. Bitch in the evening. In fact, you bitch so much your mouth might as well be an a--hole.
This is me lately. Ask anyone that's talked to me in the past couple of days (give or take a couple of folk). It's like for somebody to even THINK something stupid/annoying around me will make me ready to snap. It's not PMS either. I'm just irritable as fuq. Maybe it's lack of sleep or something...or those freakin' high school students (I SWEAR the day after I wrote about them being so great...they turned into demon-children). I dunno. My 'tude is bad though. It's been like that, but now it's kind of out-of-my-control-bad. Heads will roll...even those of strangers.
For example:
Last weekend, Ito was in town with some friends from school. Her friends had other agendas so we decided to go catch up over some dinner at Bennigan's. As we were getting out of the car I noticed I only had on one glove. A few feet behind us are two black men. They start their woopin' and hollerin'.
"Ayyyy...Hey Ladies...HEY...*whistle*...wooooo...Excuse me. Miss Lady!!! Woooo"
Ito is walking beside me mumbling stuff like "ooh whadda we do? etc. etc." I'm totally ignoring them. Then finally, one of them says:
"Did one of y'all drop a glove?!"
So, of course I turn around. Then they start saying how it was so horrible for us to turn around once they mentioned the glove, but otherwise we weren't paying them any mind. I was about to say thank you...till one of them was like "It ain't like y'all all that." I SNAPPED.
I told him it's not about whether or not we think we're all that, it's about not knowing the weirdos behind us who are screaming and yelling to us. I asked him WHY he thought his approach was an effective one. Why the hell he thought we should turn around. Then I asked would HE turn around if we were screaming from down the block at him. He said YES. (I don't think so, homie...or maybe, but only because we're chicks.) He then continued, by saying he would turn around only to see who was yelling. I told him how I already saw who was yelling behind me and because I did NOT know either of them, I paid them no attention. Meanwhile, Ito is making a face at me like "Shut the hell up!," but I swear, they had me sooo heated. I decided to take Ito's hint though. I told them thanks, got my glove and kept it movin'.
So, the demon-children. Tuesday, was the first day that I actually envisioned myself snapping on the classroom as a whole. I was actually thinking in my mind what would be borderline acceptable to say to my ninth period class, so as to not lose my job. Because they were TRULY wilin' out. And I mean, it's not even as bad as it could be--towards me. They're not callin' me out of my name. They pay attention when I'm teaching (for the most part). They participate--all of that. However, it's when I'm NOT teaching that the trouble begins. One of my co-teachers was at the board and a boy told her "Mothafucka, I do what I want." Hellll naw. She told him to get out. He did. I hope that's all I would have said.