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applespice) wrote2010-11-02 10:36 pm
applespice) wrote2010-11-02 10:36 pm
LJ Idol - Week 1 - Winding Up
Is that the alarm? Already? Shit. Can't hit the snooze button more than once or I'll have to skip breakfast, and my belly is quicker to wake up than my brain. Just sit up - it's not so bad after the initial head rush.
What day is it today?
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A little more toothpaste, there we go. Feeling more awake now - maybe it's the peppermint suds in my mouth. So what day is it? Ah, yeah, Tuesday. One more week until the end of the grading period. Wonder how that's going to go. Better yet, wonder what excuses I'll be hearing when it comes down to the wire.
Maybe I'll take the day. I haven't been sick once yet; a personal record. There are definitely some faces that I'd rather not see today. I'd rather go back to sleep, then spend the day with some old friends. Kara, Bill, and Saul maybe. Or Tim and Dawn - those kids are always good for a laugh.
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What should I have for breakfast? Those bananas are going, guess I should get my money's worth. Once they get too mushy I just don't want 'em anymore. Maybe some oatmeal. It's that kind of day. I wish I was a coffee drinker, but the taste turns my tongue inside out. At least the cat hasn't pulled my clothes off the ironing board. Small blessings.
I won't take the day. There's too much to do. Besides, if I make it to 1:30 I'll see my favorite class. Maybe one of my kids from last year will come by and say hello. I always get a kick out of that, especially when they talk me up to the new crowd.
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Shoes, phone, keys. Is that it? Sorry, kitty, can't stay and play. Grab the trash on the way out the door. Down the steps, drop the Hefty, into the car. It's starting to get cool out now, isn't it? And it's so dark! Sometimes I wish I kept a normal schedule. Start things up and let's get rollin'.
Don't think about things too much for now. Turn on the radio, crank up the noise. Merge onto the freeway. Let off some steam swearing at the other half-asleep commuters. Make to-do lists out loud - that's not weird, is it?
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Already here; how's that possible? 25 minutes really ought to be longer. Kids are starting to pull in, but I've beat the rush. Good news for my stress level. Ever tried driving through a high school parking lot? Tragicomedy at its finest.
Have I got my classroom keys? Wonder if my buds are in the English office yet or if I'll get stuck talking to Ms. Motormouth again. Let's go.
"Hey, Mama!"
"Good morning, Miss!"
"Cute shoes, Ms. F!"
How did I get here again? And how is it I'm smiling?
Eight hours to go.
What day is it today?
---
A little more toothpaste, there we go. Feeling more awake now - maybe it's the peppermint suds in my mouth. So what day is it? Ah, yeah, Tuesday. One more week until the end of the grading period. Wonder how that's going to go. Better yet, wonder what excuses I'll be hearing when it comes down to the wire.
Maybe I'll take the day. I haven't been sick once yet; a personal record. There are definitely some faces that I'd rather not see today. I'd rather go back to sleep, then spend the day with some old friends. Kara, Bill, and Saul maybe. Or Tim and Dawn - those kids are always good for a laugh.
---
What should I have for breakfast? Those bananas are going, guess I should get my money's worth. Once they get too mushy I just don't want 'em anymore. Maybe some oatmeal. It's that kind of day. I wish I was a coffee drinker, but the taste turns my tongue inside out. At least the cat hasn't pulled my clothes off the ironing board. Small blessings.
I won't take the day. There's too much to do. Besides, if I make it to 1:30 I'll see my favorite class. Maybe one of my kids from last year will come by and say hello. I always get a kick out of that, especially when they talk me up to the new crowd.
---
Shoes, phone, keys. Is that it? Sorry, kitty, can't stay and play. Grab the trash on the way out the door. Down the steps, drop the Hefty, into the car. It's starting to get cool out now, isn't it? And it's so dark! Sometimes I wish I kept a normal schedule. Start things up and let's get rollin'.
Don't think about things too much for now. Turn on the radio, crank up the noise. Merge onto the freeway. Let off some steam swearing at the other half-asleep commuters. Make to-do lists out loud - that's not weird, is it?
---
Already here; how's that possible? 25 minutes really ought to be longer. Kids are starting to pull in, but I've beat the rush. Good news for my stress level. Ever tried driving through a high school parking lot? Tragicomedy at its finest.
Have I got my classroom keys? Wonder if my buds are in the English office yet or if I'll get stuck talking to Ms. Motormouth again. Let's go.
"Hey, Mama!"
"Good morning, Miss!"
"Cute shoes, Ms. F!"
How did I get here again? And how is it I'm smiling?
Eight hours to go.
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