Day One Hundred & Eighteen: 3/13/2023
It’s going to be a long couple of weeks before we have spring break. Literally, and figuratively. I really hope these kids try to behave themselves. I found half of a chicken sandwich in the toilet tonight. Don’t they know the toilets don’t consume human food, only waste? I swear I’m wondering the question as always…why?
I’m retracting a statement I made recently, that the orchestra kids are better than band ones. Nope, they are equally destructive and messy. I think the spring weather is affecting some of them as well. That’s how I know it will be a challenging time for me.
At least some teachers have the reigns of their students. Now, if they could all be consistent. I suppose I’m asking too much. It’s too much of me to expect that kids will place their actual trash in trash cans. Or that they know better than to scatter broken pencils and pens all over the classroom floor. I could totally take it upon myself to really clean, but I want to throw away anything that is on the floor. How am I supposed to know what is trash and what is décor left behind by pubescent interior designers. Maybe that wrapper was placed there to express their utter frustration with teenage antics while the war between Russia and Ukraine rages on. It symbolizes the feeling of being discarded during a time of duality between structure and chaos. Doubt that.
Oh well, I still think I look fabulous.
Day One Hundred & Nineteen: 3/14/2023
It is a week of performances and I so wish I could see all of them. There was an orchestral performance yesterday, tonight is a vocal performance. Tomorrow there is going to be a dance and theater production. I just keep thinking how lucky these kids are. How absolutely lucky, though they are still such children.
Spoke briefly with a set of parents because their kids had forgotten their belongings in classrooms. Now, this happens almost every single night when there are performances. Someone needs the custodial staff to open a door or provide some sort of assistance. Now, it wouldn’t bother me if these requests came before or after our designated break. We don’t get a lot of down time, especially since we are short staffed. So I find it inconsiderate that our time is an afterthought.
Well, that’s my complaint for the day. It’s only Tuesday and as I like to call them…Terrified Tuesdays. Because lately I’ve had a real existential crisis on Tuesdays. Nothing severe, just the questioning of my entire life choices since I became an adult. You know, half of my life so far. Le sigh!
Day One Hundred & Twenty: 3/15/2023
The Ides of March is today. Reminds me of my first boyfriend, Bobby. The first boy to break my heart. It’s such a long and silly story that involves me being heartbroken by a boy that didn’t really have interest in me. Well, I think about him every March 15th because he played Julius Caesar in Snyder’s One Act production of Julius Caesar by William Shakespeare. Snyder was about two to two and a half hours from my hometown. The entire experience with this boy lingers in my heart as if it happened only a few months ago. Memories!
I came to work as if it was a dream. Not because the entire process is dreamy but because I’m going on three days with horrible sleep. Three days where I tried so hard to get myself to sleep, but to no avail. Day one’s sleep was infringed upon by a nightmare that wouldn’t end. Day two’s sleep was disturbed by sirens blaring outside on a busy street. Day three’s sleep was a longing for my former lovers. Former flames that ignited my soul.
Sometimes I feel like I relate to these kiddos and their extreme emotions. I too have emotions and I too feel that the world needs changing and I’m just a part of the blunders. When I watch them I envy their nuance, passion, and simple singular lives.
So glad this night finally ended. I had one of the worst headaches this evening. I wasn’t sure if it was because of the horrible sleep I’ve experienced this week or the hairpins stuck in my poufy bouffant. I’m very much anticipating the moment that I get to climb into bed and relinquish the day into my pillows and blankets.
Day One Hundred & Twenty-one: 3/16/2023
I think I’m a bit of a snob. Is that an oxy-moron? Can a janitor be a snob? While I’m cleaning toilets and dusting the window sills? Yes, I think so. I believe that’s why I find it beneath me to act as the personal servant to undeserving brats. I’d say that specifically because that’s how I feel most of the seventh and eighth graders act. Literal brats that are too preoccupied with their hormonal imbalance to keep their areas tidy. It isn’t my responsibility to CONSTANTLY pick up trash or discarded items. I’m not asking for that much. I’m just asking that I’m treated with a little respect so I can go about my duties without disdain.
SIDE NOTE:
Was just complimented on my makeup by a French horn player. There are so many events going on I’m just trying to keep my cool and focus on keeping the space tidy. It's hard when there are so many persons roaming around after the school lets out. However, I’ll stop for a compliment. It's most gratifying and appreciated. Especially after I’ve been brandishing complaints against bratty behavior.
Day One Hundred & Twenty-two: 3/17/2023
I’m absolutely and utterly tired. Five nights in a row I’ve received five hours or less of sleep. Now, I’ve complained in the past that I wish I could get less sleep and still function. I feel like I’m barely functioning this week. I’ve managed to work on my writings and show up to work, but that’s it. Between nightmares and insomnia, it has been a week.
Also, there have been events every single night this week. Vocal performances, orchestra, band, guitar, theater, and dance. Oh, and senior art exhibits. Everyone was busy this week. At least that’s the majority of the spectacular spectacular for the school until after the spring break.
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