Queen of Rambles

Getting up at 6:30 on a Saturday morning should be illegal. I don’t want to be up this early. I want to be snuggled down in my bed, dreaming the dreams of the happy and content.

I suppose when you go to bed at 8 o’clock on a Friday night you have to pay the price. I’m wide awake and bored to tears. I could be reading my book, but that seems wrong somehow. Instead, I’m just going to complain about my alertness this early in the morning.

I blame Mike entirely. I was doing just fine, sitting on the sofa watching Conan (O’Brien, not the Barbarian), when Mike grabbed my hand and told me he was taking me to bed. I assumed it was a smooth seduction attempt, but apparently not. I was zonked out about 1.5 milliseconds after my head hit the pillow.

It’s funny, because I didn’t even have a rough day. The teacher and over half her students were on a field trip to stare at the Amish. That seemed rather creepy to me, but apparently the Amish have a tourist town so I guess if they don’t mind being stared at for money, I should get over my vague feelings of creeped-out-ed-ness. Maybe Mike and I should even go stare at the Amish sometime.

We watched My Big Fat Greek Wedding and I laughed my ass off. Some of the kids seemed to enjoy it, but others were just completely baffled and uninterested. They had quite a worksheet to go along with the movie. I even learned two new vocabulary words–endogamy and exogamy. I believe I’m an exogamist, though I suppose it depends on how you define the groups.

Later in the day I had to administer a test and watch the suicide episode of DeGrassi High. No problem at all until the last class of the day. I hate that class. There are three kids in it that just ruin it for everyone. One boy staggered in a half hour after the bell rang and started causing problems immediately. I sent him to the office, so he left, but then he came back later. He never went to the office. Nice. I had to call and have him escorted up there. Then my lovely, lovely across the hall neighbor boy refused to do his test and walked out of the classroom a half hour before class was over. Today was the first day in a long time that I had to write up big kids. Usually I have to write up the little shits in second and third grade for fighting. I’m glad I haven’t had to break up a high school fight here. Back when I was a full time teacher my classroom was right by the main hangout spot so I broke up more than my fair share of fights, but that was usually not scary since the kids knew me and would chill out quickly. The one time the kids were just insanely crazy with rage, some big football players told me to stay out of it because I’d get hurt, and they stepped in and broke it up. I am not at all sure that the same thing would happen here. I think there is actually less fighting on school grounds here because the punishments are much more severe. They basically have to be, since there is a serious gang problem and the school has to nip it in the bud. The idea of a gang in Astoria was laughable.

I did get a little bit of good news on my granny. Her pelvis has a hairline fracture. She’s had how many x-rays in the past month? They just NOW spot it? Seems crazy to me, but maybe it is really small or something. It does explain the constant pain, and as soon as she got the answer her oxygen levels and other levels improved dramatically. I guess a lot of it must have been stress induced over not knowing what was wrong. She is still bleeding internally somewhere and they still don’t know where, so that is a worry. They are running more and more and more tests, so hopefully something will be resolved on that end soon as well.

It’s 8 in the morning now. Maybe it is officially time to read my book (Dean Koontz’s Frankenstein).

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