Jonah Day

One of the first things I did when I woke up this morning was step barefoot on a dead cockroach.

I should have taken this as a sign.

It was a day that made me profoundly grateful I'm not a teacher. I spent the majority of the day repeatedly asking students to pay attention, to help each other out, to step up and do something. I spent the day trying to combat ignorance when the entire school culture (including their other teachers, one of whom sleeps in class) is promoting it. I spent the day being periodically ignored, or, when students were actually paying attention, straining to hear them as my ears became more and more stopped up.

And then there are my children's schools. One school that, after I've waited in line for 15 minutes, closes the doors with 20 cars still waiting so that we all had to park our cars to go retrieve our children. Another school that tells my oldest she can't leave by one door (that she's been using for 4 weeks now); she has to leave via another door. End product of said door is that I would have to block traffic to pick up my two daughters, who get out of school 10 minutes apart from one another.

Stupid drivers. People stopping in the middle of a 4-lane road to pick up their child. People stopping when they have no stop sign, forcing me to wave them on, and then they turn right.

All in all, just a Jonah day. I'm going to go finish watching Waitress.