Miss yesterdays post 😦 bummmmmercity.
Yesterday was sort of strange all around. The kids at the high school were off the walls hyper. I’m talking being rude, laying on tables, singing and dancing in the library nutso. Between school vacation rapidly approaching, a barrage of tests and papers scheduled for this week, and the all day threat of impending snow storm everything just went off the rails. When it started snowing around noon the kids were like caged animals in the zoo and started the righteous preaching that they be let out of school immediately because SNO SNO SNO FALLING FROM SKY WE LIVE IN BOSTON LAND WE HAVE NEVER SEEN SUCH FLAKES IN OUR LIVESSSSS.
All kidding aside I remember feeling like any snowflake to fall from a winter sky was a definite reason I should no longer be in school.
Meanwhile, I’m like “Guys, relax. We are supposed to get 2-4 inches. We will all survive.”
Last night was supposed to be my last night of class before winter break, my teacher who is the kindest woman ever, had planned a pizza party for our small class (there are five of us.)
At around 12:50 while I was manning the
prison cafeteria door I got a text from a classmate saying the teacher had emailed one of our other classmates essentially saying the University hasn’t canceled class so I am going to be there unless they do, but if you can’t make it in just let me know. Now, why this email only made it to two out of our five students I’m not sure but oh well. Immediately two students decided they weren’t coming in but I am a goody two shoes and I wanted pizza so I decided I would wait to see if the University canceled class before I needed to leave.
The day ended and my supervisor needed a ride to the train station. I panicked because I could not say no but also my car was a holy moly mess with a capital M. I feverishly threw random crap into the back seat and drove her to the train station, she counseled me on the way that I would be crazy to go to class and that I should definitely not go. She was probably right because she is a smart, wise, woman.
I am dumb.
Anyway, by the time I finished dropping her off another classmate had bowed out of class which left me and another student. I drove to the train station, knowing that even if I did go to class parking on mass ave would be a nightmare with the weather. I consulted with Mav, who also told me to skip the class.
I thought about it, squirming in my seat imagining my professor (who I felt it was too late to email and still be courteous because she has a flip phone and doesn’t check her email very frequently anyway) driving all the way into class in the snow and have nobody show up.
I decided to call her home(!) phone number which she had listed on the syllabus. She picked up on the first ring, said she was still planning to have class and that she would see me there.
I put on my hood and got on the train and trudged all the way to class in the snow. “This snow isn’t bad” I said to myself. And it totally didn’t seem like it was.
I went up to the classroom and was the only student who showed up. My teacher and I had a lovely slice of pizza together and chit chatted about my internship where she awarded me, “The first person to ever have a student tell her that his dream is to open up a strip club.” and then we spent the last 15 minutes of the hour talking about how awesome Maltese puppies are, because they are. They really are. Did you hear me Mav?
Then she declared class over, gave me an evaluation form to fill out and then we went our separate ways. Meanwhile Mav was still at work and I didn’t want him to have to walk home from the T in the snow. I told him to hang tight and I would come pick him up at work downtown because we already had grand plans to make Chili at his apartment that night.
I think Mav would probably do a far better impression of me white knuckle driving in the slipperiest snow in my little Honda Civ. It was like all the snow plows and sanders were off doing a conga line somewhere the roads were SO bad.
It took us an hour to drive like 4 miles or something crazy like that. At one point we were driving up a snowy hill and the car in front of us was totally stuck. The Mav got out of the car like a gentleman from my ultimate fantasies and helped two other guys push the sad broken Volvo up the hill. Meanwhile I needed no pushing, I simply put my pedal to the metal and used my body weight to propel that sucker forward, brute force style.
By the time we got home and found a parking spot etc it was so late. And we were so cold and wet.
We made Chili and ate it at 10 pm.
And that my friends is why there was no blog post yesterday.
Here are three things that suck in no particular order.
1. Driving all over creation for very specific ingredients for a very specific homemade holiday gift you have grand plans of making. Putting said specific ingredients in cart at fancy schmancy far away to travel to store AND THEN FORGETTING ONE CRUCIAL ITEM IN THE BASKET AND NOT DISCOVERING YOUR ERROR UNTIL YOU SIT IN RUSH HOUR TRAFFIC FOR AN HOUR AND TWENTY MINUTES AND FINALLY GET HOME.
I don’t care if you were raised by wolves, if you drive drunk and kill four people you go to jail. You do not pass go, you do not cry about how you had too many privileges because your parents are wealthy, you simply go to jail. Maybe for a very long time. If this was a young person of color raised by a single mother who had to work two jobs and was never home you think the judge would say “aw well his mom didn’t teach him better.” HECK NAH. I actually can’t even type any more about this it makes me so boiling mad with rage.
3. Career Counseling with Some Students
Me: Okay! So you’re saying none of the 43 career results from your Career Interest Profiler look interesting to you…..none at all.
Me: *breathing deeply* hmmmm okay, well is there a career you have in mind that isn’t on that list?
Student: *shrugs.* *lets out small amount of teenage breath, looks as if I am threatening to pull her fingernails off as opposed to discussing potential career options for the quickly approaching future.*
Me: Well, what would you say your interests are?
Student: I dunno.
Me: What do you mean you don’t know? What are you interested in…what do you like doing?
Me: Okay…what do you do when you get home from school?
Me: Nothing? You must do something..
Student: I do my homework.
Me: Okay…and what else. (ALSO LOL WHO ARE YOU KIDDING I SEE YOUR GRADES ON MY COMPUTER SCREEN AND YOU HAVE A 64 IN ALL YOUR CLASSES I WANT TO SCREAM. YOU HAVEN’T PASSED IN AN ASSIGNMENT WITH ANY SORT OF REGULARITY ALL YEAR Also on a serious note, teachers enter all assignments and grades into a computer program now which means at any point I can look up whether or not they turned something in and what grade they received, providing the teacher keeps it up to date. The students know I can do this and yet they lie to me, over and over and over.)
Student: I don’t do anything, Miss.
Me: So…you just do you homework and then you walk over the wall and plug yourself in to charge your robot batteries and power down until school the next day then?
I said this verbatim. I’m not kidding.
Student: *trying not to smile.* basically, Miss.
Me: Okay then..
Sometimes at this point I wish I was like Willy Wonka or some shit and I could be like
“Uh oh boys and girls! Your apathy is flagrant and unacceptable *takes out pitch pipe, sings* Oompa Loompa Doopity Doo I have another puzzle for you. What do you do with apathetic bums, staring at you like they are nothing but dumb! I don’t know but they must be shown WHAT HAPPENS WHEN YOU’RE GROWNNNNNN you’llendupworkinginMcDonaldsssssss Oompa Loompa Doopity Doo!”
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