it never seems perfect until it's too late
So. Remember my whining/complaining/freaking out about money entry?
Today while I was working on consolidating my loans and looking into a different health insurance with my aunt, I got a call from the principal of the hardwick school. She told me she needed a sub starting tomorrow for ten to fourteen days and wanted to know if I'd be interested. I practically shrieked yes and silently thanked the money gods for smiling down upon me in my time of need.
And then she said this, and I almost cried: "You'll be teaching Mr. D's 5th grade class. Math and Social Studies."
There are so many things wrong with that sentence.
I'm back with my 5th graders. It won't be my regular group that I had for English - it'll be the adjoining class. Granted, I will still those kids during Social Studies in the afternoon. That also means that I'll have 6th grade as well and some of those little fuckers should be tasered and fed to feral cats. I'll also have an hour and a half math lesson every day, and that terrifies me. I'm going to screw up all of those kids…they're so fucked. I should be able to teach 5th grade math but seriously, I'm an idiot with numbers. It's Greek to me. We're all fucked. I should just read them Harry Potter and make up stuff in my notes to the teacher.
So…yea. Plus side: Money. Paying my bills. Down side: Kissing my sanity goodbye. Headaches.
It'll be an adventure.
I'm glad it's the end of the week though. I had another awesome night last night. Just being in her company makes everything feel right. She grounds me. I had no idea that someone like her was out there and the fact that I am lucky enough to have her in my life is just…surreal to me. I'm terrified that I'll lose her or that it'll end. I'm holding onto it for dear life and enjoying every single minute of it.
She's the reason I'll be going to bed with a smile on my face.