4-8 Tu 11:40 AM
I've got a shitload of crap to do today. It's so tedious. I don't even want to go into it. We had our Shake 97 earthquake drill. I was on a team that had to do a mock search and rescue of the school. I couldn't find the button on the walkie-talkie to talk. It was pretty embarrassing. I proved my ineptitude to all involved. We're supposed to have emergency cards to hang around the neck of each child. I have zero. I've got to set up a dozen computers in room two. I'm going to send my kids to PE with Ms. Ortega while I run around school moving computers to room two to set up the lab. Then I've got to go to the Shake 97 follow-up staff meeting; you know that will last forever with idiots turning minor concerns into hour-long debates. Meanwhile, I've got to ask the Tech Ed guy to take a look at my computer. The class goes until five, but I can't stay that long because I have to teach my class at six and it takes a half hour to get from Pacoima to LA. Plus I've got to pick up my prescription today, no matter what. And I forgot I have to make some copies and get lesson plans ready for both subs because I have to go to a stupid-ass five-day retreat to talk about racial, gender and cultural issues which I don't give a damn about. I've to spend the night there tomorrow and Thursday. Ugh. Tonight's the thing at the Whiskey with Rawler's band. I'm fucked. I'll be a wreck the rest of the week, and when I come back to those kids after five days it will take two weeks to re-establish order. I've got to make up five days of lesson plans, plus two for night school. When will I learn to say no?
I woke up thinking of Rochelle. I want to invite her to a Dodger game. And I already detailed the Bowl ticket quest. Now that I'll be in jail for the next two days, I'm handcuffed to plan my weekend. Ack ick urg blat fuck. The kids are copying a chapter. I was going to show the Hank Aaron video, but they were talking and I got a short fuse today, so I assigned them this to do instead.
I just want to smoke pot. I'll go through withdrawals at this stupid retreat. Like jail. Ugh. Too much shit. How can I write with this much bullshit to think of? My resentment looms large. Kathleen called. I was on the treadmill listening to the Dodgers, watching the Angels, talk to Kathleen with the newspaper in my hand and I overheard Bayless and Carlin remark that it was amazing. "Look, he's listening to us, too," Carlin said.
I've got a shitload of crap to do today. It's so tedious. I don't even want to go into it. We had our Shake 97 earthquake drill. I was on a team that had to do a mock search and rescue of the school. I couldn't find the button on the walkie-talkie to talk. It was pretty embarrassing. I proved my ineptitude to all involved. We're supposed to have emergency cards to hang around the neck of each child. I have zero. I've got to set up a dozen computers in room two. I'm going to send my kids to PE with Ms. Ortega while I run around school moving computers to room two to set up the lab. Then I've got to go to the Shake 97 follow-up staff meeting; you know that will last forever with idiots turning minor concerns into hour-long debates. Meanwhile, I've got to ask the Tech Ed guy to take a look at my computer. The class goes until five, but I can't stay that long because I have to teach my class at six and it takes a half hour to get from Pacoima to LA. Plus I've got to pick up my prescription today, no matter what. And I forgot I have to make some copies and get lesson plans ready for both subs because I have to go to a stupid-ass five-day retreat to talk about racial, gender and cultural issues which I don't give a damn about. I've to spend the night there tomorrow and Thursday. Ugh. Tonight's the thing at the Whiskey with Rawler's band. I'm fucked. I'll be a wreck the rest of the week, and when I come back to those kids after five days it will take two weeks to re-establish order. I've got to make up five days of lesson plans, plus two for night school. When will I learn to say no?
I woke up thinking of Rochelle. I want to invite her to a Dodger game. And I already detailed the Bowl ticket quest. Now that I'll be in jail for the next two days, I'm handcuffed to plan my weekend. Ack ick urg blat fuck. The kids are copying a chapter. I was going to show the Hank Aaron video, but they were talking and I got a short fuse today, so I assigned them this to do instead.
I just want to smoke pot. I'll go through withdrawals at this stupid retreat. Like jail. Ugh. Too much shit. How can I write with this much bullshit to think of? My resentment looms large. Kathleen called. I was on the treadmill listening to the Dodgers, watching the Angels, talk to Kathleen with the newspaper in my hand and I overheard Bayless and Carlin remark that it was amazing. "Look, he's listening to us, too," Carlin said.
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