so i race off, imperceptibly exhausted, to a day of greeting students with a geauxbama grin... thrilled to see if maybe the whole "everything is going to be okay" might have rubbed off some on them. it wasn't, it turned out, and my obama celebration turned into the same lame mayhem as every other lesson plan i've ever been excited about.
but i tried, damn, did i try. desks in a circle, i demanded, and they obliged, ready to talk about this man obama, who must be just like them since he looks just like them... (except he doesn't)
my throwable stuffed ball is missing, so we need a new conch. you don't talk in my circle unless you have the conch. i scramble, what can i use? my car keys are eyeing me wildly, wanting to be involved in the obamathon, so i decide, hey, why not? and we used my car keys as the conch.
stupid rookie move; if you are inclined to criticize, as lord only knows what damage they could do when improperly tossed. quick thinking, though, i imagine, knowing full well the short attention span as my students wait for me to improvise.
anyway, someone stole the main Nissan ignition key off the ring, and my car is waiting patiently in the lot of my school for whichever ill-wishing adolescent is first on the scene to steal it.
more to come; upon either the retrieval of the car or the police report about it's theft.
at least having it stolen would basically guarantee a day off from this bullshit.
i am thoroughly prepared to walk out on these kids.
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