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My eyes look particularly nice today. So I ate a ring pop.
It tasted like hard rock candy.
I wasn't always a morning person. Years of waking up early to go teach or go to early morning classes have made me this way. The crazy thing about teaching high school is that if you want to be good at it, you have to be a really good actor. No matter how bad or awful you feel in the morning-- you need to wake up and pretend you feel entirely awesome.
My ex and I used to get in huge, horrible fights that sometimes lasted until 4 in the morning. I'd be exhausted on the cold, wintery half-hour drive to school at 5:30 in the morning. But by 7 in the morning, when kids started to show up, I'd be playing music, smiling wildly, and dancing about like I just had three cups of coffee and got ten hours of sleep. Regardless of what they say otherwise, kids look up to their teachers-- at least a little bit unconsciously. If you let them feel like you aren't excited to see them or excited to be in school, they'll be even less excited to be there.
Everyone remembers that teacher that just clearly hated their job. How boring was that class? If it wasn't boring, it was because there was no discipline and you probably learned nothing.
The other night was dollar beer night at McCormick's. Subspeak was my designated driver; she spent most of the night watching a strange man with a duffel bag. I didn't notice him, Ian did though. He apparently left his beer on random tables and didn't give a damn what happened to it. He hid his duffel bag behind a dart board, apparently. I don't know, Subspeak tells the story better.
While she was driving me home she saw a tire in the middle of the road. We pulled over and I rescued it from the street. Later, she had to give her parents a ride so I liberated it from her vehicle and threw it in front of my garage. There used to be a big metal thing inside of it, it was really heavy. Now that thing is gone. I think someone stole it, but I don't know why. It's not as heavy anymore.
Why would someone steal that big heavy metal thing in the center of the tire? Was that worth money?
EDIT: short answer - "yes, hub caps/rims are worth money. if its in good shape, it can be worth a decent chunk of money. you know who i am, but im too lazy to log in. i want a ring pop too *pouts*" -Anonymous
Hungover on a Wednesday morning,
time to get to work.