One Week

I have been back to work now for one week and I can report that out of that week, school has kicked my ass every day.  I'm exhausted.  I'm so tired I can't sleep.  Yesterday I felt great.  At 3:00 I was like, "Wow, I'm kicking school's butt today.  I'm not even tired at all."  Then I had to stay for Back to School night, which in retrospect, maybe I should have tried to get out of because then I got my ass handed to me by Back to School night.  I cancelled my college class today because I was so tired I could barely walk to the car.  If I could have had someone drive me home and pick me up tomorrow I would have.  If I thought I could have gotten back up, I would have taken a nap in the closet in my room.  I'm going to assume that one day I will not be this tired, but it's not going to be this week.  Or next week because as of next week, I have three more classes to teach and 100 more students.  It's going to be some extra good times teaching six periods a day in a back brace.  I plan on crying a lot this year.

Today this kid came up to me and said urgently, "Mademoiselle, je peux poser une question en Anglais?" Et moi, j'ai répondu, "Oui."  I was expecting the usual, "I didn't understand my homework...Can I go to ____?  Is that poster really signed by Justin Bieber? " Not this kid.  This guy said in all seriousness, "Gandalf or Dumbledore?"  The silence that followed was me trying to figure out what the fuck he was talking about because I have only the vaguest comprehension of both those names.  I blinked three times, looked really tired and said, "I don't even think I could even attempt to chose."  Then he gave me a two minute argument on why Gandalf is clearly the right choice.  I said, "Well, I guess I could be persuaded by your eloquent argument.  Why don't you sit down and take out your cahier."  He was clearly disappointed in my unwillingness to participate in the nerdversation.

In other news baby Max is officially a Thompson, as he had to go Monday to the ER for three breathing treatments.  My dad said, "You're not officially a Thompson until you've been to the ER for a breathing treatment."  Poor little guy.  He's certainly the youngest Thompson to have an inhaler, aerochamber, nebulizer, mask and prescription for albuterol.  On the plus side, it's one more person with an inhaler.  I said to my dad, "How many refills does he have on that?"  Kaiser used to give 4-5 inhalers per prescription and it was much better than my lousy one per refill prescription.  I'm not saying I would steal the baby's inhaler; just that an extra inhaler around is never a bad idea.