Posts Tagged ‘break’
Helen and I aren’t getting along well these days. I wish we were.
I didn’t think she’d ever act like she did today. I thought I knew her every little foible. See, we’ve been together going on two years, and I always thought that we’d be together indefinitely.
Maybe I know that it’s not meant to last, and maybe I’ll switch to a newer model in a couple of years, but I always thought we’d do just fine, if only we’d live in the moment. Of course, the trouble with living in the moment is that you never see anything coming.
Case in point: Today was a bad day for us. I was tired, I was frustrated and we were on our way home from a long day at work. Helen, for some reason, decides that this is the perfect time to break down and fall apart.
Things got pretty heated, she more than I, though I still managed to say some things I shouldn’t have. She wouldn’t budge. I had no choice. I pulled over to the side of the road, and I tried to get things sorted out.
It didn’t work. She wasn’t receptive, and I didn’t have any new ideas. I wasn’t about to go push her buttons, because in her overheated state, I didn’t know what damage she’d manage to achieve. For a time, we sat there and said nothing.
She hadn’t even cooled off yet when, at the worst possible moment, the boss of my boss pulled over to see if I was okay. Embarrassed, I got it together enough to make it back home.
She still doesn’t speak to me, though I’d bet that she’s acting up because I’m not treating her right. I’m not treating her the way she wants me to; I’m not treating her the way she needs me to. Thing is, I know that were I to ask, she wouldn’t respond.
For crying out loud, who does she think I am? Some kind of manual reader?
It was the first day back from spring break, and I was in need of a new water bottle. I drink water, and quite a lot of it through the school day. Though I’m told drinking too much water could be a sign of early onset diabetes — not to mention family history two generations deep — I don’t really care about that.
Plastic bottles weren’t cutting it. Forgetting my irrational lack of caution toward diabetes, I am most a-feared of cancer. As I hear it, refilling plastic bottles will get you your very own cancer, and not the kind you get better from.
It’s a good thing that Tapatio comes in a glass bottle.
I had invested in a 32-ounce bottle of Tapatio, a Mexican hot sauce made by real Mexicans and is sold at warehouse discount stores around my city. I bought my bottle in celebration — mourning? — of spring break’s lack of dorm cafeteria.
I had finished it not an hour before I decided I needed a new water bottle.
If nothing else, drinking water from this Tapatio bottle should buy me some street cred with students. Our high school is 48 percent Hispanic.
Reactions ranged from disbelief and shock to near-asphyxiation from laughter. My seniors held back their dismay much more easily than my sophomores, some of whom still giggle at the sight of me twisting off the top and chugging away.
Once I had made clear that it was a glass bottle, one hopefully unattentive student asked me if I had been squeezing the water out.
Overall, my street cred was gained. I imagine Bulldog membership is on the way.
Moral of the story? Tapatio: the ultimate equalizer.
No school today. It’s Spring Break.
As if I needed an excuse to have more important things to do than that.
I promised myself this semester that I’d get through The Rise and Fall of the Third Reich, and but I’ve been stuck in the annexation of Austria for a few weeks. Even better than that, I borrowed the sixth season of the Gilmore Girls from a friend, so I’ve another 23 hours down.
The rest of my whopping 10 straight days off? I’ll be designing curricula.
Not quite Cancun, I suppose, but I don’t mind because I really want to get a jump on making good lessons. My class is mostly quiet and somewhat respectful; about as much as you could expect given that this student teacher impostor came in the middle of the year all of a sudden.
With that out of the way, the next step is designing good lessons, something that can be done well in advance.
So I’ve decided to get this lesson planning done in advance.
If nothing else, I could use my semester plans to waste someone’s time at the job fair. Maybe it would sell them how I’m not just highly qualified but exceptionally so. Or, my naivety could just annoy them. If it does, I know I don’t want to work there.
For the rest of this week, I’ll share what I come up with. It looks pretty promising so far.
My secret motive? Designing curricula during Spring Break really just helps with the ladies.