01 November 2006

Oh bloody hell...

What a weird, weird 24 hours it has been. So, we didn't have school today and yesterday, as I was leaving the school's Halloween assembly, I made plans with two other teachers to go hoist a few later in the evening. We meet up, drink a great deal, rant about students, religion etc. and generally have a good time. After we get kicked out of the restaurant we decide it is an excellent idea to go buy more alcohol. One of the guys and I take a run to Meijers. Mind you, it is well after midnight but it still seems like a good idea. We get to Meijers and run into a group of not one, not two, but four students. Now, I don't know any of them and probably couldn't pick them out of a crowd but the other teacher actually has at least some of these guys, if not all of them. The other piece of this is, there will naturally be the assumption that something is going on between the other teacher and myself since, we all know, two people of the opposite can't possibly be friends. We, of course, must be dating.

I wonder how fast this is going to get around school. I know for a fact that at least one cell phone was pulled out to share the news that teachers were run into at Meijers after midnight while we were actually still in the store. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. I suppose the only consolation was that we didn't have the beer in our hands yet.

To top off that bizarre experience was the fact that on the way back to the other teacher's place my dad calls. He is not happy. He wants to know where I am, when I'm coming home, "we need to have a talk about this" sort of stuff. So now I'm weirded out by the students, have been drinking and I'm upset by this phone call. What a buzzkill. I dropped the other teacher off, went home to a "discussion" that made me feel like I was 16 all over again and then became even more upset (not a good combo with alcohol) and proceeded to drunken text Shannon who emailed me today TOTALLY confused over what the hell was going on. Her answer to the problem? Move out. Yes, I know. It WILL happen. However, when one hasn't had a *real* job for a year and a half, it takes a bit of time to get back on your feet once you actually have a salary again. But yes, she's right. I have GOT to move out. I can't take this.

Man, tomorrow is gonna suck. Potential weirdness with students, rumors and then hours of parent-teacher conferences. Gaaa. Can I call in sick??

Listening to: Thursday, A City by the Light Divided

3 comments:

Kathleen said...

Oooh. Weird. Plus with conferences on top of it - yuck. And that totally sucks about your parents. You definitely need to move out... that's the only thing that will fix it. Let me know if you want help apartment hunting, packing, moving, (you know, in case you don't feel like doing it in all that free time you've got ;)), going to Ikea... oooh... Ikea...

Mrs. White said...

Hi. Let me introduce myself. I'm Maggie and I work with Wife. I think we're going to be traveling to Italy together. Hello, formalities and all that stuff.

I just read your post and it reminded me of why I live in Livonia yet work in White Lake. So many non-teachers don't understand how important it is to maintain a safe distance between where you teach and where you live. One experience riffling through the discounted thong bin at Victoria's Secret, then looking up and seeing two of my 16-year-old students looking through the same bin was all it took for me to realize that I need to move to another county. So I did.

Ben said...

Sasha and Mr. (insert name here) sitting in a tree...... getting hammered as they could be.....

Uh, yeah. A little awkward, but it could have been worse... like, if the rumors were true and you actually got busted. I don't know your school's policy on "intra-office" dating, but you may want to talk to your principal just to let him know that there isn't anything going on, but that you believe rumors may have been started because you were seen with him after midnight - bring it up like its not a big deal... because it isn't - but that you are just telling him/her out of professional courtesy, something like that. Just a thought - your principal might appreciate it, especially if rumors are flying.

Wow. Sucks about the parent situation. I don't know if this is any help to you, but this website was a help to me when I moved out of my parent's place.
http://www.offcampus.housing.umich.edu/lt/index.cfm

(Also, you can browse the sublet/apartment listings with your uniqname/password)