Steak and Blow Jobs.
Monday began with a status update from a friend from college proclaiming "It's officially Steak and Blow Jobs Day today!!! Don't get offended girls . . . you have Valentine's Day." Should I note he lives in Denmark? So aside from my mouth falling agape and laughing out loud, then texting friends who don't know him and texting one from college for her to look at it, it was more humerus than not. Normally, on any other day of the week, it would be a marker of funny things to come. Not. Not today.
Yea, my first class started out as planned and then a student who came past the ten minute marker refused to leave, made a pain of himself, and security was called. Drama. I'm pretty sure I can't talk about it yet. Drama. For the record, I said drama NOT trauma. Security was called because he was a disruption, not a threat.
Then one of my major students remarked that I looked "off," and I made mention it was a bad day. He asked if I wanted someone beat up . . . he said he's take the suspension from college for it. A little shocked, a little sweet, a little . . . what's the word . . . bizarre. Funny though. In the middle of that lecture markers of spring showed as two students canoodled on the bench outside my window. My students couldn't see it, I could. Hilarious.
Then I came home. I love what I do, but some days just suck. If I were a guy I bet I could get my girlfriend to cook me a steak and serve up a blow job. Yes, foul. Yes, partly true.
Yea, my first class started out as planned and then a student who came past the ten minute marker refused to leave, made a pain of himself, and security was called. Drama. I'm pretty sure I can't talk about it yet. Drama. For the record, I said drama NOT trauma. Security was called because he was a disruption, not a threat.
Then one of my major students remarked that I looked "off," and I made mention it was a bad day. He asked if I wanted someone beat up . . . he said he's take the suspension from college for it. A little shocked, a little sweet, a little . . . what's the word . . . bizarre. Funny though. In the middle of that lecture markers of spring showed as two students canoodled on the bench outside my window. My students couldn't see it, I could. Hilarious.
Then I came home. I love what I do, but some days just suck. If I were a guy I bet I could get my girlfriend to cook me a steak and serve up a blow job. Yes, foul. Yes, partly true.
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