Tuesday, March 17, 2009

You know when you wake up in the morning, and NOTHING seems to go right? You know how your alarm gets messed up, your phone resets, and you barely make it out of bed? How when you drop your bag before you even get out the door, and then bend over to get it, something falls out of your other bag? That's how you know it's going to be one of those days...

So you really shouldn't be surprised when you stop short to avoid hitting a little girl who has darted out into the street with nary a glance one way or the other and your co-worker slams into the back of your car so hard, you are just now starting to feel the effects... Whiplash???

And you should be even LESS surprised when the principal's secretary asks if you are ready for that meeting today. What meeting? You are CONFUSED! Oh, the ARIS meeting, from 1-4. I'm not going to any meeting, you say with utter confusion. When you get upstairs and she calls you to tell you that THEY signed you up for this meeting without asking or even telling you, and that you likely will have to go, you SHOULD be even less surprised.

But wait, you're forgetting the welcome you got when you opened your LOCKED door to find 2 gym teachers and your least favorite special ed teacher. Because, silly, didn't you know? This is their own personal office. The gym teacher has a key to the library. Now that makes sense, doesn't it? He can't seem to understand that I am bothered by this. So what? What's the big deal? You don't trust me, he says? Honestly, no. How are you supposed to tell a pushy adult who doesn't belong here when I'm not in (as you don't) that she can't come in? Answer: you can't. And you won't. So, potentially, I could come in to 10 people in here doing as they please. I feel like Rodney Dangerfield - No Respect, I tell ya!

And the craziest thing of all?? Perhaps my least favorite person of past years - the one who tortured me and drove me nuts is now on my good side, is supportive and even sympathetic (though still sneaky, so I have to watch what I say). Then again, she's medicated...

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