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I really do like to start entries with what I should be doing. I should be writing a review of a journal article on gifted learners. I have to write five of them by Friday. I'm sort of done with one. This is rather typical of how I operate. Actually, that might be ahead of schedule.
I really hate working this summer. I'm just tired and crabby from being in school so much and don't want to deal with shit from kids. The very last thing that I had to make last night was a parfait for some stupid wrestler kid. So I hand him his parfait and he looks at it and says "it doesn't look like the picture I want a new one". I had no idea if this is a joke or serious but I didn't really care. I just stared him down until he apologized and walked away. That made me feel good about my future classroom management. Teacher stare.
I spent this Friday night at home. It was nice to have air conditioning and all that, however, I didn't really enjoy talking to my parents. It's hard when so much has been going on that they don't really understand to talk about it. I feel like I only want to talk to people who know exactly how this sMAC mess is going. Or at least remember what it's like to be in college and hot and have a whole lot of shit to do.
Another problem with home is that my dad decided to pimp my ride. He bought these UofM floor mats for the Escape on sale at Meijer. He was so clearly proud of his purchase that I couldn't say that I thought it was cheesy and hated them. So my car is now cheesy and very school spirited. It's not like I'm 14 and can hurt his feelings because I think that something is uncool.
Yesterday Lindsy and I went to the Tigers game. In retrospect it was probably a mistake. First of all, Jim Leyland decided that he didn't want to win. Pudge, Polanco and Magglio did not play. Despite an early homerun, Carlos Guillen was substituted for Ramon Santiago. Oh well. I think that I'm 6-2 for the season now. And I have some very funny tan lines now. After the completely dehydrating baseball game, Lindsy and I decided to have dinner at Pizza Papalis. The other two tables that our waitress had were really hasseling her over things that had nothing to do with her. Then at the Astoria Bakery an old lady yelled because they wanted her to pay despite the fact that she waited a while for her food. She pretty much called the guy behind the counter stupid. I guess that goes to show why riots happen in the summertime. People get bitchy when hot. I, on the otherhand, get lazy, sleepy and slow moving.
I really hate working this summer. I'm just tired and crabby from being in school so much and don't want to deal with shit from kids. The very last thing that I had to make last night was a parfait for some stupid wrestler kid. So I hand him his parfait and he looks at it and says "it doesn't look like the picture I want a new one". I had no idea if this is a joke or serious but I didn't really care. I just stared him down until he apologized and walked away. That made me feel good about my future classroom management. Teacher stare.
I spent this Friday night at home. It was nice to have air conditioning and all that, however, I didn't really enjoy talking to my parents. It's hard when so much has been going on that they don't really understand to talk about it. I feel like I only want to talk to people who know exactly how this sMAC mess is going. Or at least remember what it's like to be in college and hot and have a whole lot of shit to do.
Another problem with home is that my dad decided to pimp my ride. He bought these UofM floor mats for the Escape on sale at Meijer. He was so clearly proud of his purchase that I couldn't say that I thought it was cheesy and hated them. So my car is now cheesy and very school spirited. It's not like I'm 14 and can hurt his feelings because I think that something is uncool.
Yesterday Lindsy and I went to the Tigers game. In retrospect it was probably a mistake. First of all, Jim Leyland decided that he didn't want to win. Pudge, Polanco and Magglio did not play. Despite an early homerun, Carlos Guillen was substituted for Ramon Santiago. Oh well. I think that I'm 6-2 for the season now. And I have some very funny tan lines now. After the completely dehydrating baseball game, Lindsy and I decided to have dinner at Pizza Papalis. The other two tables that our waitress had were really hasseling her over things that had nothing to do with her. Then at the Astoria Bakery an old lady yelled because they wanted her to pay despite the fact that she waited a while for her food. She pretty much called the guy behind the counter stupid. I guess that goes to show why riots happen in the summertime. People get bitchy when hot. I, on the otherhand, get lazy, sleepy and slow moving.