A Prepost Post

I'm actually writing this on Thursday evening with the hopes of running in the morning, which means I won't have time in the morning to run, shower, dress, fix and eat breakfast and post.  So something has to give and the only thing that is currently fitting that spot is posting.  BUT I don't want to get the hairy eyeball from my sister (you know, the stink eye, the dirty look...although because I'm not in her visual vicinity, I'd really only suffer via text/email which is easily ignored, so really...why am I bothering!?)  Anyway - here I am, giving you a little taste of me to quench your "Muir appetite".  Lucky you.

So what's been up with me lately?  Not much.  School.  A bit of freaking regarding the new teacher eval thingy with Ohio but I'm trying to keep my hopes up in that regard.  How?  Well, I figure by the time our district is expected to put that whole piece of bullshit into full gear, it'll be null and void.  Lets hope at least.  Other than that, I'm dealing with the usual:  overly immature kids, stinky kids, kids who are too stupid to keep their mouths shut and just plain stupid kids.  Today was priceless.  So you remember my recent rant about Stanky, right?  Well, after that rant I had a little "to-do" with him.  He wanted to go to the nurse on Wednesday for a "sore throat" and cough that was causing him to "cough up phlegm".  I asked him what he thought the nurse could do for him.  He didn't seem to have an answer.  I said, feel free to get a drink but I'm guessing that you're just trying to get out of class and you might think twice about that since the result will not be what you want (getting sent home) and you'll have homework which you WON'T do and this will lower your grade.  But you choose...whatever you need.  So of course, after drama-queening it up...he chose to go to the nurse.  He comes back about 15 minutes later with a note from the nurse.  I ignored him.  He said, "The nurse said I'm supposed to drink lots of fluids."  Me:  "So...she wouldn't let you go home, huh?  By the way - did you get a drink on the way back."  Stanky: "I forgot."

Fast forward to this morning.  Stanky arrives.  In a wheelchair.  I'm thinking, "Oh, HERE WE GO!"  But I don't say anything.  I ignore him.  And interestingly...so do the rest of the kids in the class.  Not ONE kid commented or asked him what was wrong.  And hilariously!?  When the bell rang to end class, NO ONE!  Not ONE kid offered to help him.  I know this sounds uncaring and horrible but there was absolutely NOTHING wrong with this kid.  He is a total drama queen.  He'll arrive tomorrow FINE.  Oh, and by the way...did he do his homework that was due?  You know the work he didn't get done because he was with the nurse.  Nope.  He didn't.  His grade went from a B to a D.  Dumb ass.  I know I sound mean but he is the kind of kid that is looking for handouts and help when it isn't needed.  He'll be living off the rest of the world for the rest of his life because he doesn't understand the meaning of the word work.  Bullshit.

Okay...so now that I've got myself all jacked up...its' time for a nice soak in the tub.  Happy Friday to all.  Later!