The Demons We Found

2.10 January 31, 2007

Wednesday is my least favorite day. It has been since August when this school year started, although today it's exceptionally worse.

This morning I woke up late because I forgot to set my alarm because Jaime came over to my place last night and ended up sleeping over. That's good news. We're talking again. We talked about a lot of important things, but not about the actual issue at hand.

I got to El Capitan late for my practicums which means that Mr. B chewed me out for interrupting his class. Jaime sent me flowers during that class which would be a bonus under any other circumstance, but was not because that gave B even more ammunition to throw at me.

The card that came with the flowers was cute though, it said: I fucked up again. My place at eight. JP. Now, this doesn't sound too romantic, but it's a nearly identical copy of only other flowers he sent me when we first got together. It's cute, in a Jaime-way. I still have that card hanging on the mirror in my bedroom because it's just so him. I guess I can start a collection of fuck-up cards now.

Anyway, because I was late leaving my practicum (getting yelled at) I was late to my Classroom Management and Inclusive Learning class. My professor didn't say anything, but I saw her note my tardiness. There goes my participation points for the day. It's like I should have just skipped. The whole lecture portion of the class was a mess and my attendance is perfect so far, so I can miss some.

After an hour and a half she let us go for a snack, which of course my card got declined at the vending machine. I knew my card was low, but I thought I could afford the one dollar bag of pretzels. There were even people behind me in the vending machine line, so it was double embarrassing.

Vic called me during the group-work portion of the class. Continually. It agitated my group members to the point that I had to turn my phone off. By the time I remembered to turn my phone back on, I was running back to El Capitan where I proctor detention. I was late again because my group work took longer than expected and I got stuck in traffic leaving the University. I was tired and exhausted and today could not get any worse if it tried. My phone screen lit up and I saw that I had a voicemail. I figured I better see what Vic wanted.

"Mariella, please tell me that you're not late and on your phone." Mr. B said as I swung open the door to detention. There was probably fifteen kids in here today- an unusually high number.

"I'm so sorry. My class as SDSU ran over, and I've got voice mails from- oh this is my other boss hang on." I popped back out the door.

"Mariella!" Mr. B. looked unimpressed with me.

I listened to my voicemail box. Herb's typically bored demeanor greeted me with a groan. "Mariella, hey. I had someone cancel on me tonight, so I need you to come in from eight to close. I called Lindsey, but she said that you would be able to take the shift. She's got something going on with Tony."

"Tony?" I asked as if the voicemail were able to respond to me.

"To erase this message-"

I hung up the phone and dialed Linds, who always picks up her phone. I groaned as it went to voicemail, "Linds, it's me. Jaime and I talked last night and we have a thing tonight to finish talking, but I just got called in to work. They said that they talked to you first and that you have a thing with Tony? What the hell- you were hooking up with Mike last night? Listen- I don't know what's going on, but if you could cover this shift I would-"

"Voicemail box full. Thank you." The call disconnected.

What the hell is that? Since when do phones just hang up. I was out of options though. Jaime should be at work again today, so I guess I'll just text him during detention. I went back into the classroom under the watchful eye of the teacher who is covering for me and every student in the room. "I'm sorry."