the week that wouldn't end

It is only Thursday. Yes, it is Thursday, but by now, it should really be like Monday again... by that I mean, this week has been the longest of my LIFE. Oh, yes. The ONLY thing that is keeping me from killing children is the fact that it's illegal and killing is wrong. I could care less about losing my job. I just don't want to fry.

Anyway, I am thankful for the job, because tomorrow (the last day of this dreadful week) is payday! While I am not thoroughly overjoyed by my salary, it will be money in the pocket, and at least kind of a decent payoff for what I do from day to day.

Don't get me wrong... I love my kids... ALL of them. Even the really bad ones (and there is one that I just think is nothing but evil). However, this just isn't exactly how I thought it would be. Last spring, I was spoiled by the sporadic girlfights, random chit chat in class, and petty laughing at Code. At East North Street, girlfights are anything by sporadic... they are more like planned girlBRAWLS. Random chit chat is more like Jerry Springer LIVE in room 249, and petty laughing is more like uncontrolled whooping and hollering. The two schools could not be more different.

Oh well... after tomorrow, I won't have to see them until Tuesday (w00t for a teacher workday). This weekend, I plan on living it up... I SO deserve it. On top of that, my new glasses are in and I am going to get them this evening... double w00t. See, the end of the week brings for reward and riches.

I sure do wish I had something hella funny to talk about though... I know Freddie is gonna be disappointed... Hmm, I better call on my muses to bring my some hilarity...

OMG... so after sitting here for 3 minutes and 56 seconds (the length of "Everytime" by Britney Spears... shut up, I know) I've got it. You wanna hear how dumb I felt just about an hour ago? Well, I had the most intense craving for some Bojangle's biscuits! I mean, it was a terrifying desire I could feel growing in my loins. I needed me some biscuit. Ironically, they JUST put one over on Pelham Road close to my townhouse. I hesitated for a minute though, 'cause I thought it would be so dumb of me to go to a chicken place just for biscuits. It's like in high school when we would go to Little Pig's BBQ before the football games and I would order chicken fingers. I know... lame. Well, I did it. And I KNOW they think I'm the biggest loser. First of all, because all I ordered was biscuits. Secondly, they were all black in there! And I know they were just like, "He's black too... Why the hell don't he want any chicken? What's his problem?" Well, my thoughts to them were, "Where the devil did all these negroes come from?! This is the Pelham Road/Thornblade area! Is there some unspoken rule that all chickne places have to be operated by a majority of black people? And did all of them caravan over here from the other side of town? Seriously! Where do y'all live?!" I really was confused. Honestly, I have lived on this side of town all my life, and my family has always been among the only 3 black families in the community. Now, the side of town I live on now and the area that the Bojangle's is in is even MORE sadiddy than where my parents live... it was just odd to see all of them in there just fryin' up chicken and serving it to the C.O.O.s, C.F.O.s, and C.E.O.s of the Thornblade area. Then I thought... "There are Thornblade people eatin' this chicken! Goodbye, hummus and pita chips... Goodbye roasted chicken and red peppers with portabella mushroom sauce, wild rice, and vegetable medley... Goodbye, grilled Mahi-Mahi and pan seared pineapple... the Caucasians are not only all up in Kanye West's music and Oprah's Book Club, but now they're eating our ridiculously fattening soul food! WE HAVE OVERCOME!"

YES! What a great way to end this horriffic week... RACISM FOUND DEAD ON THE SCENE IN THE THORNBLADE AREA, TONIGHT ON FOX CAROLINA, THE...









...TEN O'CLOCK NEWS (They really do pause that long... I think it's to draw your attention away from their less than quality newscast... sorry, Jamie Guirola).