Each day I am able to relive a part of my life that sometimes I choose not to remember, while other times I wish I were reliving those moments! This comes by way of
Dezi's infamous fanatical texts/emails/blogs of being a teacher at Page High. I sympathize and empathize with her immensely about the MANY struggles of teaching. The lack of sleep, the lack of attention, the lack of participation, the lack of a social life, the lack of dating, the lack of eating, the lack of bathroom breaks, the lack of
texting, the lack of seeing sunlight, and the lack of "me" time. Finally, you achieve the lack of the will to get out of bed to face those hormonally challenged ungrateful teenagers from hell who make fun of your outfit and hair! Declaring you are their own personal 'What Not To Wear' series come to life! Yeah, pretty sure that girl failed my class!
Though on the plus side you get all sorts of hook ups slash amenities when teaching hellions. They work everywhere within a 30 minute radius. Restaurants, gas stations, fast food, car washes, grocery stores, retail, movie theaters, every store in the mall and all your hard work equivocates DISCOUNTS from them! Because ultimately you control their grade, and grades control their privileges from their parents, so they suck up to you and not their parents. Which brings me to my second teaching opportune, EXTRA CREDIT! Kids will jump through hoops, walk through fire, and buy you Cafe Rio to attain 10 extra credit points. Very advantageous not only when you are hungry, but also when you teach a foods lab and have $300 worth of groceries in your trunk twice a week and mounds of dirty dishes. Come work in ADDY'S little secret extra credit sweat shop for 10 points. Though, if I managed to see a reflection from the extra clean gleaming silverware I just might change that B to an A-.
Nonetheless, teaching, and high school in general, is a very LOVE HATE relationship. One thing in particular we loved to hate, were those cheesy so-called inspirational posters hanging everywhere from the lunch room to the office to the classrooms. But these two posters have got to be my absolute favorite among Page High via
Dezi's camera phone! Where were these cautions when I was in school? I would have definitely hung them up in my own personal classroom just to laugh hysterically at each day!
HAHA! It almost made me want to have a drink after reading it! Living without Dezi is absolutely unbearable, let alone thinking about it. Forget the Redbulls!
HAHA! I love it! Maybe I only think it's funny because it's totally biased and
Dezi likes to remind me every chance she gets that I did in fact date an African American or two in NYC. Luckily for her and my mother, I came back fully unscathed from the ordeal. Despite this fact, I received a surprise reply text from my mother stating she would gladly give me $785, after she saw this forwarded pix message to my sister.
I guess I have a lot of work to do come 18 days til NYC in order to earn my $785!
Thanks mom.
