cheesburger soup and stress
my wonderful and attractive boyfriend made me cheeseburger soup yesterday. it was very good and now its leftovers are waiting in my little classroom refrigerator. it wants me to eat it. i want to eat it too. after i type this blog, i’m going to get it out and put it in my wood grain microwave from nick’s grandpa and heat it up. it will be too hot when i take it out but then i will eat it after a few minutes. while i’m waiting, i will get out my first dr. pepper for the day. usually by this time, i would’ve had at least 3 or 4. yes. i’m confessing. that would be at least about 36-48 oz. of soda so far. BUT after realizing that my body hates me, i am going to start making positive changes in my life. i don’t want to be depressed or tired or lazy… but my job consist of sitting/standing/spinning around in the midst of ABSOLUTE CHAOS for 8 hours everyday (if you don’t believe me, come visit anytime). Anyone in this situation will be completely stressed and INSANE (literally…come meet any of the teachers here). SO, I must make any change I possibly can in order to progress in a positive way, mentally, physically, spiritually, emotionally.
as i type this, i hear screaming from the hallway, “LAWONDA, WHY ARE YOU CRYING? WHATS THE MATTER? ENOUGH! PUT YOUR HANDS DOWN AND TALK TO ME. CHADWICK, STOP! STOP, I SAID! ARIYONNA GO BACK TO THE ROOM. WHO IS THAT BEHINDTHE DOOR. GET OUT! YOUUU GUUUYYYS! I DONT HAVE TIME FOR THIS. I DONT HAVE TIME TO STAND HERE. LAWONDA TELL ME WHAT IS WRONG. I DID NOT DO ANYTHING. WE NEED TO GO. I GUESS YOU WONT GET TO WORK ON YOUR CHRISTMAS LIST WHEN WE GET BACK. STAND UP, LETS GO. LETS GO… 5…4..3…2…1. COME ON LETS GO. SERIOUSLY. YOU NEED TO COME. WHERE IS THE CLASS?”
haha.
anyway. today marks change. hopfeully. shanna, ask me!
now i’ll go get my soup.
