i just have to write about my day... it can't get any more comical around here.
it started out with me choosing to wear a solid white shirt and khaki pants. i never wear khaki pants for many reasons. one- i feel like i look "old". two-i can't never find any that fit just right. three-i always end up spilling SOMETHING on them. and today was no different.
about 10-12 minutes outside of gonzales on my way to work this morning, just like every morning, i take a sip of my coffee. however, this morning, i decide to dump it ALL over my beautiful white shirt and crisp khakis. disaster number one.
what do i do? turn around and be late? keep going and have 110 7th graders ask "what happened? did you know you have something all over you?" etc... so opted out of having my "peers" make fun of me and turned around. on my way back to town i was thinking... "hmm, maybe the 'truck stop' will have shout wipes". WRONG. they don't. so i end up spending 10-15 minutes in the truck stop bathroom, wringing coffee out of my once-beautiful, white shirt and scrubbing the fabric right off of my starched khakis. it came out just fine and i wasn't late after all. crisis averted.
day goes on just like normal. 110 7th graders come and go... taking their Unit 2 test. some failing miserably, others barely getting by, and most doing so-so. wow, the test was multiple choice and true/false AND we reviewed the EXACT questions the day before. what gives?
at least none of them noticed the growth from under my nose. eek. it's a rather large, booogery looking, scabby, oozing sore from blowing my nose for 5 weeks straight. i told the doctor i am allergic to 7th graders. so yes, i finally went to the doctor today after 5 weeks of being sick. my own darn fault, but i feel like i go to doctors every other day of my life -- why go for just a sinus infection? that's WEAK!
upon leaving school 30 minutes early to make my 3:45 gonzales appt with the doctor, i noticed just outside of yoakum my gas light is on. who knows how long that thing has been on? days? i prayed 47 prayers in just 13 short miles that i wouldn't have to call my cranky husband to pick his sick wife up off the side of the road because ONCE AGAIN she didn't get gas because she "thought she could make it". (we've all said those lines before, huh!?!) well, good news is.. i made it! i literally coasted into the gas station. yesss. second crisis averted.
and one last conversation to end my wonderful day.
other teacher in workroom --- "hey kaley, i heard ______ say "mrs hilbigs a witch"."
Me --- "oh yeah? that doesn't suprise me coming from him."
OTIWR --- "yeah, he said that he thinks you can cast spells and stuff."
Me --- "Great. don't tell him any different."
casts spells! that's great. you've got them where you want them. and i am constantly cruising into gas stations on a wing and a prayer
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