Bad Smells

Reason #157 that having a house is awesome:

Smells do not linger.

In the apartment, if my pup had an accident, I knew THE SECOND I walked in the door.

Today, I didn’t realize he’d had diarrhea until I’d stepped in it and tracked it through two other rooms. 🤦‍♀️

P.S. This may actually be a result of the fact that I teach Middle School. How is that related, you ask? They fart. Constantly. Viciously. Pungently. I think my 2nd hour has singed my nose to the extent that my sense of smell is impaired.

Do I smell a work man’s comp case? I can’t tell lolol

Why I do not give up!

Snow Daze

No school today. Again. It’s been so long. OMG. What do my students even look like?!

God is not dead

Today was a first for me. So I’ll add another first and post a not-so-heartwarming teaching story from my morning:

The “first” wasn’t when I was called a “fucking bitch.”

Nope, it wasn’t being called a “fucking bitch” a dozen times.

It wasn’t when I asked him what made me a “fucking bitch,” was it because I expect my students to do their work and talk respectfully?

Not when I asked, “Do you come to school just to call me names?”

It wasn’t even the “threat” of having a bunch of pencils thrown at my eye.

You guessed it, it was when I was told to “burn in hell.”

I said, “I don’t think that’s your call…. unless you’re God. Are you God? No? Yeah… I didn’t think God was a 15 year old.”

And then he had nothing to say.