I Live for the.... Applause............

It's been a wild and crazy time since I last posted. Quotes to get us started-

(Two following related to WHAT DOES THE FOX SAY, all following were overheard)
"Miss Glass, if you had a spirit animal, it'd be a fox."

"Where does a fox even FIND a horse?

"Could you twerk in a mascot suit?"
"I don't know...  It'd be hot.  Wait no.  Not that way."

"Miss Glass, if I believed in reincarnation-- which I don't, but if I did-- I would say there was a soul out there, and it was split in half, and one half went to Lady Gaga, and... you have the other half."

I'm still not sure how I feel about that.

I was sniffed by a student.



One of my most difficult classes has some of the most enjoyable personalities, and that is really hard for me.  It's also hard for them.  They don't understand that while I like them as people, I can't stand them in the classroom.  I can't.  This scenario happened the other day.

me- Page numbers for the stories we've read so far are on the schedule board.  We'll be watching The Scarlet Letter on Monday and Tuesday of next week.
*five minutes pass as students work on their tests*
Student a- so... where is (insert title of story here)???
me- What? What.  Okay.  Whatever.  Again, they are all written on the schedule board.
Kid 2- The schedule board... (reads schedule board) WAIT! We're watching MOVIES on Monday and Tuesday???
me-........... Alright.  Everyone pause your tests.  You know how every day you come in and you say "Miss Glass, why're you always in a bad mood for our class?"  Just... in the future, recall the last five minutes of class and realize that this occurs DAILY.  Reflect upon that.  Resume your tests.



Personally, my habits kick my butt.  I run, and I can run for a while.  But I've had to motivate and encourage not only myself, but those around me, for so long that when I need to self-motivate to go running, it feels about how I imagine death feels.

I spend all day trying to motivate 75 teenagers to care about Early American Literature.  The last thing I want to do after that is motivate myself to run, especially when my run will inevitably be accompanied by the presence of in-shape people and a background noise of Swamp People.

Being a young'n in Oklahoma's suburbs is an interesting task.  There are little to no people my age.  My phone ended it all, so I have little contact with the outside world.  It's not that great for self-growth.  It's excellent for discouragement.  That is what I spend my time fighting lately.



As is this-
"Would you please get out of his hoodie WHILE HE'S WEARING IT.  Two full grown teenage boys.  Why do I even have to tell you that two people can't fit in, and shouldn't fit in, that hoodie???"