i am currently in charge, in a solo fashion, of approximately 80 students. a revolt in imminent. study hall is an erratic location full of pent up adolescent angst. and they see through the whole "ms. humm as an authority figure" scam. i am fucked.
i like to pretend, most of the time, that my birthday is just another day. it's all a farce. birthdays weigh more than most other days in the year. christmas and thanksgiving are for celebrating the fabulousness of family. and birthdays, friends, are for celebrating the fabulousness of self. as a far-too-contemplative individual, i also love birthdays for their "a year ago... in a year... how i've grown..." nonsense. i know this can be done on other days of the year. but did i write "the last time i was ten" (true poem written by little, nostaligia-hits-early courtney humm) on june 30th? i don't think so. it seems an appropriate time to take account for all that's been accomplished and the squeaky wheels that still necessitate grease.
kids that can't even do a good job of pretending to work suck.
now ethan and i, subversive, young staffers with little respect for library rules, are at the helm. our time is numbered, people. 2 versus 80. french revolution style. the reign of terror is upon us. let's hope the clock strikes 12 for me to see the dawn of my 24th year before it's all over.
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2 comments:
i watched marie antoinette recently and i hope, for your sake and ethan's sake, it was nothing like that. i hope you had a lovely birthday week court. i pretty much gave you a week since i started saying "happy birthday" on the wrong dates. uh. sorry.
enjoying spring break now and heading down to southern japan tomorrow! yey! well....maybe not...visiting hiroshima i heard can be quite tramatic.
love you.
ashlee
They let you and Ethan do study hall together? Somebody was on crack. :-)
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