I have made a career out of making lemonade when life hands me lemons. (In fact, I am no danger of having scurvy, either in this lifetime or in any other.)
I have of late, and yes, know why I have lost all my mirth (Sorry, Hamlet). I’m exhausted from the extra long school day and the extra long school year, not to mention the extra long wait for my paycheck. (Still waiting, but have been told that is arriving by midnight tonight.) I’m a bit worn down and too emotionally tired to even make a scene anymore.
So I’m trying to look at the bright spots in today.
- I didn’t have to drag anyone out of a tire.
- I had cheez-its in my lunch
- I’m wearing extra comfy pants.
- I called someone a poopy-head and it made me feel better
- The student I hate the least (I can’t have favorites) made me a math swan. (An origami swan made out of his math homework.)
- I received a very nice email from the mother of the kid I hate the least thanking for me taking the time to “get” her kid. He has a very dry, sarcastic sense of humor and respects being talked to and not at. He’s also pretty darn smart.
- My sweet Samantha kitty has survived another day. I saw her stagger down the hall looking a bit like a tiny, calico drunk after a night on the town. She looked at me bleary eyed and dazed as she wandered to her food dish. I think this how I must appear to the rest of the world, especially BatCat Frances who always sproings out of bed wanting to greet the world and wind her way around my ankles. She usually waits for the Old Ladies (me and Samantha) to get to the kitchen before she tears around expectantly, peeking around the corners to see if I am really, really heading to the food dish.
- I had enough car change to get a great big soda to drink on the way to work.
- The other student I hate the least was dragging in at the same time I was and I escorted her as she glumly dragged herself up the stairs to go to Health.
So it has been an entirely bad day. We had a yodeling cowboy for our lunchtime entertainment.
It is incredibly surreal to have a cafeteria full of students who clearly do not want to be in attendance, monitored by equally surly faculty who are at least feigning excitement and tolerance for the yodeling styles of the guy in the big hat. I had sandwich made from the heels of the bread, a delicacy I call the pre-payday special.
Number 10 on the list is that when I shared the positive email with Batman, he asked which student this was about and I told him it’s the kid who reminds me of Actor Boy, the kid who will randomly insert lines from Family Guy and, most importantly, the kid who also wants justice for Barb.
You know, Barb from Stranger Things? The one they didn’t look for until five episodes had passed?!
We both want justice for Barb.
Because we are birds of a math homework feather.