The Couch

Damn couch was involved in two incidences on Friday. The couch in my classroom, that is.

The first was a kind of catty remark a colleague made about my couch, in that in order to save money for technology, i might have to rearrange my room and get rid of the couch. The second was when I yelled at yearbook class for gathering around the couch instead of the computers.

I love my couch. I hate my couch.

Sometimes I take naps that totally regenerate me on my 14 hour days...I like turning off all the lights and turning on the timer for anywhere from 20 minutes to 45 minutes...and taking a little catnap. I can't get away with this very often, but when I can, it is glorious.

Sometimes I want to kill the kids for hanging out and avoiding work, when I know damn good and well that I am the one who will be there working in July and August, and their lazy asses will be long gone and hard to get a hold of.

Dang I hate that yearbook sometimes...it is stressful cuz all the winter sports are done now and the clubs people have their group photos, and are just now realizing they have no text or photos for their division page, and they have been sitting on their thumbs for two months.

Shit. I am screwed. Truly screwed. I need to lay down on a couch for awhile...