Okay, Never in my life had I thought I could have this crazy of a week, and I did. Crazy is a very subjective term I might add, and it wasn't busy it was random little things that you never think would happen, and has never happened to anybody else I know.
Incident #1. My love, Bradshaw the Yorkie, spends his time home alone while I am at school. He isn't perfectly potty trained, and he is still very much a puppy. Being a puppy he tends to get into things that find their own hiding places. Case and point: I was getting ready for one of my 3 super early mornings this week and must have dropped my pack of YAZ on the ground and was to tired to realize it. Well I come home at lunch, and they are out in the middle of my living room and 2 are missing. Sweet! My male dog now has more estrogen in him that he is going to start crying at movies and getting angry for no reason.
I called the vet, like any concerned parent would...they had no idea what to do! Only my dog would find pills eat them and then go hump his stuffed raccoon.
Incident #2. I start my school day with lower level English. These awesome students just need a little push and organization to ensure English success. One of these interesting creatures has a tendency to get angry and feel the need to storm out of the room and cause a ruckus in the hallways. Mind you I teach high school, so this week Student "Paul Mitchell" [the name has been changed] decided that he didn't want to read of Mice and Men. He starts freaking out around the room running, throwing things, stealing things off my desk etc. He soon realized that the back of his earring is missing, so of course he finds any reason to leave my class. Me knowing better at the time I give him a part of an eraser and send him to the mirror that is in a small storage room of my class room. Not thinking anything of it. He proceeds to take things off my desk and take that in there as well. He is in there for longer than he needs too and decides to shut the door....Not happening. I politely ask him to come out and get ready for class and he picks up the safety scissors and tries to cut the plastic calculator from my desk. Obviously, safety scissors will not do much but maybe the will to his hair... still nothing. So another novel idea comes to him "these scissors aren't working, I will grab the adult ones" So he makes a scary gesture with scissors towards me and then backs up against the wall in the storage room. Meanwhile the rest of the well behaved children are watching and trying not to laugh at him. He takes the orange adult scissors and starts cutting chunks of his hair in school. I reply with, "There are professionals who can do that for you AFTER SCHOOL, Paul Mitchell" Maybe we should leave and go schedule you an appointment. He gets pissed and after a few expletives later he is out my door again. Then for the cherry on top, he pounds on my door, just for funsies, and flips me off! It is rare to see birds in school!
There are no words left....Happy Friday!
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