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This week is killing me.
Normally I have no problem sticking with something that I've started, no matter what kind of crap I have to go through to get it done. Long hours, standing around in bad weather, dealing with less than friendly/smart people... none of these things have ever stopped me before. Until now.
I'm finding it harder and harder to care about what I am doing at work anymore. I've got asshole classes this marking period, and about 10% of my lessons have shown up this week. Normally this would challenege me to lay into the kids more, but I find myself just dreading to go to work more and more as the year winds down. That, and an 8th grader pissed all over my floor today because he didn't realize that he had to go to the bathroom.
I do have some good kids, and I'm trying to give them the best experience that I can, but the morons are winning. HE DIDNT. REALIZE. HE HAD TO GO. TO THE BATHROOM.
Rob is home this week, and god damn do I miss that boy. I feel like such a jackoff because I've had to duck out early every night thus far and haven't really been around this week. He's in a rough place right now, and I'm really glad he came home. Shane has been busy finishing up things for school; Andy has been trying to keep up in ways that I friggen can't with this job. This weekend, we will set the city ablaze. Hopefully.
In honor of today's events, I feel compelled to return to one of the great stories of our day: The tale of Piss Joey.
Joey was always the quiet kid at Henninger. He never spoke up or caused problems for his teachers. One day, Joey raised his hand interupting a teacher's lesson asking to use the bathroom.
"Wait a few minutes Joey.. you really can't miss this."
No more than a minute passed when Joey shouts out "Miss, I need to go to the bathroom"
The teacher once again said that she was nearly finished, and that he would have to wait a short while longer.
Joey, rather than getting up and walking out against his teachers will, began peeing on the floor. The kids around him began laughing and acting as normal high schoolers would under the given situation. The teacher looks up to see the disruption, and walks to the back of the room.
"Joey! What did you do!? You need to go to the nurse right away, and once you get new clothes you will be sent home and suspended and..."
Joey, piss soaked jeans and all, stands up, grabs the pencil from the pencil holder groove of his desk and promptly stabs it into his teachers arm, shouting "You wouldn't let me go to the bathroom!!!"
No one ever saw Joey again after that day...
Normally I have no problem sticking with something that I've started, no matter what kind of crap I have to go through to get it done. Long hours, standing around in bad weather, dealing with less than friendly/smart people... none of these things have ever stopped me before. Until now.
I'm finding it harder and harder to care about what I am doing at work anymore. I've got asshole classes this marking period, and about 10% of my lessons have shown up this week. Normally this would challenege me to lay into the kids more, but I find myself just dreading to go to work more and more as the year winds down. That, and an 8th grader pissed all over my floor today because he didn't realize that he had to go to the bathroom.
I do have some good kids, and I'm trying to give them the best experience that I can, but the morons are winning. HE DIDNT. REALIZE. HE HAD TO GO. TO THE BATHROOM.
Rob is home this week, and god damn do I miss that boy. I feel like such a jackoff because I've had to duck out early every night thus far and haven't really been around this week. He's in a rough place right now, and I'm really glad he came home. Shane has been busy finishing up things for school; Andy has been trying to keep up in ways that I friggen can't with this job. This weekend, we will set the city ablaze. Hopefully.
In honor of today's events, I feel compelled to return to one of the great stories of our day: The tale of Piss Joey.
Joey was always the quiet kid at Henninger. He never spoke up or caused problems for his teachers. One day, Joey raised his hand interupting a teacher's lesson asking to use the bathroom.
"Wait a few minutes Joey.. you really can't miss this."
No more than a minute passed when Joey shouts out "Miss, I need to go to the bathroom"
The teacher once again said that she was nearly finished, and that he would have to wait a short while longer.
Joey, rather than getting up and walking out against his teachers will, began peeing on the floor. The kids around him began laughing and acting as normal high schoolers would under the given situation. The teacher looks up to see the disruption, and walks to the back of the room.
"Joey! What did you do!? You need to go to the nurse right away, and once you get new clothes you will be sent home and suspended and..."
Joey, piss soaked jeans and all, stands up, grabs the pencil from the pencil holder groove of his desk and promptly stabs it into his teachers arm, shouting "You wouldn't let me go to the bathroom!!!"
No one ever saw Joey again after that day...