Confessions of a Peridot

•April 17th 2016•

Have you ever just woken up and knew what kind of tragic uncertainties lay ahead of you for the day and just wanted to go back to bed, hide under the covers to protect yourself from the ugly monsters called Life?
"If only life came with a Skip button."
I've heard that said so many times and from those so many times, I wish it were possible.

I always dreaded waking up and having to go to work on somedays...well...everyday.
Typical Adulthood tragedies.
If it weren't for the love I have for my sweet kids (I mean not my actual kids, no way! My students), I ought to think I wouldn't have the tolerence to put up with these cackling Hens of coworkers of mine and just forget the whole thing.
That and for the reason that I hate more than anything than to give up without a fight.

Spring Break is in the air, and as such, it only means that I would have less kiddos to work with in my classroom, which was all the more quite enjoyable, relaxing if you will.
It's like I get my own break too, but in a different context.
For instance: There's no one to meddle in your affairs, because the women around here are nosy to the extreme.
They would inquire of which cow the cream for your coffee comes from if they could, and boy do they like to brew up trouble too!
Geez Louise! Mind your own biscuits and life will be gravy.
I swear they're all 22+ but for some reason, we still have the notion to act like high school girls.
Like, as soon as I clock into work I feel like I just stepped on set to a Mean Girls movie, it's so stupid!

But yeah!
There's no one to bother you for the rest of the day, except for the Director, Ms. Shanna, who would be the perfect vision of amiability if she weren't dumber than a 10 pound sack of stupid.
Besides the fact, there's no other soul to yap about their unwanted drama; ya know, boyfriend drama, what they don't like about their significant other and their pesky friends, wild parties they throw because their parents are out of town or why they're mad at their parents because they won't let them go out until they've cleaned the house...typical things that makes me want to drive a pencil through my temples sometimes.
Seriously, I'm not your therapist and if I have to listen to anymore of this nonsense, you're gonna have to start paying me. In fact, I don't get paid enough for any of this.

At last, I finally have less kids and no one to babble in my ear of what they think is right or how a situation should be handled since most of the Teachers are gone or off on Spring Break.
An entire classroom all to myself.
At least, that's what it's been like all this week.

A lot of people (particularly these high school teeny boppers that I call Walking Hormones) have taken off from work to go on vacation for their Spring Break, including my crazy and amazing assistant, Destiny.
Some people have it that good.

Courtney is also gone for the weekend to party at the Beach and do what wild teenage girls do nowadays.
And then there's the wanna be Backstreet Boy, Lakona...the only male teacher that works there.
At first, I didn't think much of him.
It was funny how Ms. Golden and Destiny would say that he looked like a character from Dr. Seuss (when a Pre-K Teacher tries to insult someone haha)

Even after talking to Ree Ree about him, and sending her pictures of him, has even confessed that...his looks are nothing to get excited about.
But I never cared for looks really, but more so of what the heart reveals.

Due to my paranoia, of course my first thought was that he was just another guy that's not going to even think about looking in my direction or someone that I would get along with for that matter.
In my mind, I have a talent for scaring people off, so who's not to say that he was my next victim?

In spite of all that, I had the chance to work in the same classroom with him (which has been a couple of times) and I've come to discover that he's actually a pretty cool dude; easy to get along with and I feel so natural just engaging in conversation with him.