Why is it that the "short" work weeks always feel the longest? Even though today was a Friday, in terms of disruptions and misbehaviors at school, it felt like a Monday. I'm not going to launch into the details, but let's just say, WTF?!?!?! Some days I just don't get it.
To top this gloriously exhausting Friday, I worked the basketball game gate. The boys were on fire. Liquid fire. Their teamwork almost seemed like a brush stroke of genius on canvas. It was pretty exciting to watch. The downside? Staying after work on a Friday until 6 for the game to start and driving 2 hours home afterward.
Time to stop the complaining. It's the weekend! Time to be productive and still sleep in. It's times like tonight that I am grateful I am a teacher.
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- Romeo and Juliet
- The Brief Wonderous Life of Oscar Wao
- Othello
- Failure is Not an Option
- The Alchemist
- The Odyssey
- Tropic of Cancer
- Thirteen Ways of Looking for a Poem
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