Whining and Wonderful Wednesday. I'm by polar.

So first I'm going to whine. I don't like this weather! It's the WORST when your legs aren't recently shaven (as in it's been a little over 4 days) and you itch because you can feel it against your pants and your dry lizard skin!

I got home last night and nearly freaked out. I had to rip my clothes off and pull my hair out of my face before someone got hurt...I guess a shower might have helped my insanity but that seemed like a lot of work. I'm not sure I love junior highers. In fact I might be certain I don't. Those of you that follow this blog know that it is a miracle I have this job. So please don't think I'm an ungrateful brat. I am so very grateful for my position. I just have to say, in an annoying sad voice, I miss Kindergarteners! They just love you so much and they listen to every word you say and respond to things like "If you can hear my voice, put your hands on your head!" They also randomly say things like "Miss Morgan, you're a Princess!" Junior Highers on the other hand say things like (and I swear I am hearing this as I type) "...hold on you fart face!"

I have $18 in my bank account.

I'm really upset that I ate rice krispie treats yesterday...I made them for my kids, then partook like it was my job.

Okay time for Wonderful things...

I get to pick up my Bartending paycheck today, then my real job paycheck on Friday. My collectors will be stoked.

I have this Saturday off...first Saturday off in a while (excluding last weekend when I went to Big Bear of course)

I had a latte this morning, it was amazing.

Tonight I'll have dinner with my amazing Wednesday night dinner crew which now only includes event planners and teachers.

I can still hear them...

"Don't guess! Guessing gives you gas!"

"I just got shanked with a pencil!"

"Miss Sawa, where's the cot" (translation: Miss Sara, where's the cart?) Yes, some 7th graders have speech impediments.

"I'm finding information on this cell crap."

"Hey Kaysia, remember when I got jumped by a cat!"

Ok I think I'm spending too much time at school.

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