GAH! Headache

I hate headaches.

I have one--I don't think I had it when I woke up, but I have it now.

Arg.

First news of the day: I hit the snooze alarm for nearly 45 minutes because I DID NOT want to get out of bed. Insufficient sleep may be the cause of the headache. Also, I have been listening to "Second Heaven" on tape--and I finished tape three to discover tapes 4 and 5 are missing. THAT SUCKS. I have no idea where they could be. They have been in the little bin in my car forever.

Ah, well. I had taped them illegally anyway. I should check out amazon and see if I can find them and buy a real set.

Judith Guest. I loved Second Heaven AND Ordinary People.

One reason that I love working at R.O.C.: Yesterday was a heart-breakingly gorgeous day. We decided (totally impromptu) to play baseball after lunch. So, for the entire student body walked two-three blocks to the park where we played baseball, swung on the swings, chased each other with worms dug out of the sand under the swings, climbed trees, played bean-bag toss, and hung out. It was an awesome, beautiful day.

Now, I have to go since I'm taking the homeroom to Perkins.

More later.

A shout out to my own personal Adonis: Buzz Lightyear, my dear! Buzz Lightyear. ((((Adonis))))

The World Pisses Me Off Sometimes

I took my home room to breakfast. We were all looking forward to it. The kids were perfect. The ate, laughed, joked, teased each other, and helped the waitress gather the plates. I paid for breakfast--they coughed up the tip--even using their cell phone calculators to tally up 15% because they wanted the waitress to be complimented on her excellent service of us.

All is good, right?

Hell, no.

I come back to school and another teacher tells me that "some people" are disgruntled that I took my homeroom out to breakfast because they got back a little late for the next class (about 15 minutes). Of course, I don't know who the "disgruntled people" are--but I can bet what they are REALLY disgruntled about is that their homeroom kids will now hound them to go out for breakfast. And one person in particular who always bitches about this kind of thing is out of here like a shot at the end of the school day--every day.

So, I'm a little pissed myself. This is an alternate school for a reason. God, we NEED to bond with these kids--and breakfast is like a communion--and it makes them feel special to be waited on in a restaurant--and it allows the community to see our little punkins as the good, smart, lovable people that they are.

Then, JP left his ring in the restroom, so we called and discovered that it was brought to the counter. So, SB went and got it. Then, the lady bitched to him that "one of those kids" left without paying the bill.

I said, "Impossible. *I* paid the ENTIRE bill. Dipshit morons. It was probably some OTHER kid that was just in there. Not one of MY babies.

So. I'm cranky. And my head still hurts. Possibly because I forgot to take my PM meds last night. But probably from all the damn coughing I've been doing.

I cough until it hurts so much!

Plus, I'm having a low self-esteem day--caught a glimpse of myself reflected in the window and I looked very unattractive. Did not help that a twiggy shaped 100 lb sixteen year old's reflection was standing next to mine--beauty and the behemoth. Sigh.

I want a body transplant.

Well, I gotta go--almost noon and I serve lunch today. (I don't need any lunch today--still full from my scrambled eggs, sausage, and pancakes.

As you can see, the low self-esteem has not affected my appetite.

Sigh.