last period of the day before the planning period. 11th grade english. so far, we have had one chick cry, lots of kids say that the story is gross, and a lack of attention across the board. ( but lets be honest here. its cold and were two days back from break.)
anyways. class is going on as usual, kids are paying attention...ish. and then, in walks a girl and sits down away from everyone else in a desk separate from the rows. i was like, "ah. this is a girl who likes her space."
LIES.
and within minutes, i knew that this was what karma had been waiting to throw in my face since first grade.
if you know me, then you would know what im talking about. lets just say that from first through fifth grade, i had a "special" desk outside of the classroom for when i got too chatty. basically, the minute my ADHD got to distracting the rest of the class i was allowed to go to my "special" desk and chatter away to myself.
ah...i miss those days.
oh right, today. . .
so, this chick, literallly had me cracking up because she was obviously trying, but could not stop talking throughout the class period.
this was when i came to the realization that i was going to have to pay for my unexplainable amount of talking that i had throughout my life.
needless to say, every time i laughed i set her off again, so it was a vicious cycle i couldn't stop.
apparently tomorrow its supposed to be really cold.
eff that. i hate the cold. disappointing.
until tomorrow.
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