Oh, the Pressure!

It is March, almost April; two more months of school. That isn't a long time. I love, love, love the class I have, LOVE them. (Don't Bring Me Down just came on...wonderful-it will make sense in a minute). So it pains me, literally, I feel a stomach pain when I think about next year. I go to lunch and develop this gut wrenching pain because of the behavior of that class and because of the stories. Oh, the stories! The stories that have followed them for a long, long time. I feel the pressure. I am expected to fix this class and I literally stood in the boss's doorway and said, "I feel as though I am expected to fix these kids and that is a crazy expectation." Each passing day people tell me, "I can't wait until you get them next year. I am coming in your room for some comedy relief." Good gravy navy! I can't handle that kind of pressure. So, I have started praying-seriously-give me the guidance, give me the strength, give me the confidence. I feel a bit better just actually saying it out loud (or writing it). This week I have been heard saying, I am not coming to lunch anymore, I am not listening, you people are killing me, no way! I am going to start singing "Don't Bring Me Down!" Thanks for reading!

Ready and KICK

Nothing is more disheartening than a swift kick in the balls. Pretty harsh, right? Well, that is how I am feeling, pretty harshly treated...disconnected...I feel like yelling meany! Isn't that mature? I don't get angry often, actually it is pretty hard to anger me quickly, but when I am there, I am there. I am now on hour two of trying to get over it and just seconds away from sending a text that could be very mean...or maybe I will send a very nice text. OR just maybe I will kiss the last thirteen years off because for the last eight I have been busting my butt with no return. So, what is the loss anyway? How long do you try? How long do you attend other people's functions with no return? How long do you put yourself out there for no return? BLAH! All of the sudden I feel like I am thirteen and my friend just hit on my boyfriend or said something tragic like my new shirt was crap when I was proudly wearing it as gold. Hate-this-feeling. Thirteen years is a long time. Here is a lesson, just because someone sends you a text and says call them when you can and then twenty-five minutes later they don't answer don't send them the following text: "Liar...:-(" because that is some hurtful stuff. Instead if you feel the need to send a text it should read like: "Hey, call me I am able to talk" because that is much much nicer.

And now, I actually feel better.

Bumper Sticker Fun

If you had to have a bumper sticker on your car that described you, what would yours say? I am not so sure what mine would say, I have to keep thinking on this one.

I did see a car a few weeks ago, it had four bumper stickers on it. One was just red eyes staring back at me, the others read like this:

"I found Jesus, he was behind the sofa the whole time."
"Born OK the first time"
"Tolerance"

See the irony? I do hope you do. If I didn't have two kids in the car I think I might have followed her and asked her about each one. How can you have a tolerance bumper sticker with two Christian slams to the left of it? Why would you settle for "ok" when you could have the promise of something far better than "ok"-I'll take the free gift and welcome the promise.