The Week From Hell

I just had the week from hell.

No really.

Let's start with this: my dad went to the hospital 8 days ago for some blood testing while I was at a conference in Dallas. (Side note: the conference was awesome. Learned lots of stuff, got good books, lived through a snowy weekend in Texas.) Turns out my dad could have one of two types of cancer, and they're still running fucking tests to figure out what type of cancer it is. So we're waiting and trying to stay positive.

Second, my students took their fucking crazy pills this week. They were awful, holy shit. I had one girl tell me she was going to pray for my soul when I was writing her up for being disrespectful. She also said some pretty shitty things about my father having cancer, which made me cry. I tried so hard not to cry during class, but it happened anyway. I will say this: even though I have some students who can be truly horrible, I also have some students who are the best. Two of them actually came to check on me, so it wasn't all bad.

My brother's birthday was this Wednesday, so we took him to a Fifth Harmony concert in Houston on Thursday. We stood outside for an hour, finally got into the venue, and realized it was standing room only. At that point, I looked down at my Converse and said to myself, "Shiiiiiiiiiiiiiit." We stood in the venue for about three hours, and my feet hurt so damn bad I wanted to cry. We were right in the middle of the floor, so there wasn't a lot of room around. My back hurt, I hadn't consumed any liquid in three hours so my throat was protesting violently, and I was TIRED of getting pushed from the bitches behind me. Seeing the look of unadulterated, uninhibited joy on my brother's face, however, made it all worth it. I crawled into bed around midnight, woke up five hours later, and got ready for work. I was in a haze all day today, and I'm so tired I've transcended sleep, it seems.

I figured I would write, seeing as how that frees my mind from all of the thoughts that keep me awake. It seems to be working.

For the first time in over a month, I do not have any pressing demands on my time this weekend, and I'm going to spend it sleeping, cleaning, and reading.

One week till Spring Break. Praise Jesus.

Laters baby.