Wednesday: Max comes to the last ten minutes of 6th period French. He loves it and it was the best part of the day because I had decided that I hated French and teaching French and pretty much everything that had to do with education. The duck abandons her month long effort to hatch non-existent eggs in a fabulous and elaborately constructed nest and emerges famished and pissed the fuck off.
Thursday: Rain and double rainbows outside my classroom.
Friday: After a day of giving tests and mostly sitting at my desk, one of the students in 6th period said, "Ms. Thompson, you look a lot less tired today." to which I replied, "That's the nicest thing anyone's said to me in weeks. Thank you." I must look fucking exhausted all the damn time.
Saturday: Shopping kicks my ass. Also, I go to a house with a cat. Party in my alveoli.
This morning: My refrigerator door will not shut, so I use masking tape to tape it shut. Sara asks when I will be moving to the trailerhood.
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