boots, tears, and lying to fifth graders.

Everything was perfect.

I knew exactly what was going to happen, and it was all going to go my way.

Tuesday didn’t have a chance.

            Until I woke up.

I got dressed in the dark, as to not awaken Paige.

By the time I found something that matched, I was late for work. I ran to the Taylor building, my legs getting frost bitten.

Then while I was in class, I got a text from my roommate, “Dear Meg, I assume you are having a good day thus far. *Insert my apartment complex name here* thought your little red car looked cold, so they put a boot on it. Have a great day!”

I got up and left class.

Ran to my apartment building.

Woke Paige up with my hostile yelling.

            I didn’t have $50 to get it off my car. None of my male friends would take it off, they said it would cost more money if they did.

The man wouldn’t come take it off until 2:10. I had to be at the middle school in exactly twenty minutes to teach about Jamestown.

I got a ride with Holly, she’s the person I team teach with.

I had this lesson planned to the T. I had downloaded the movie, made a worksheet, and thought I was overly prepared for the lesson. I was finally going to get a decent review.

            Did you know that Jamestown and The Mayflower have nothing to do with one another?

Holly pulled a new lesson out of thin air and I stood giving moral support the entire rest of the lesson after my advising teacher made us stop our lesson, mid lesson.

I left the classroom that day and cried in the parking lot.

            You all know how much I love crying in parking lots.

Then I got in Holly’s car and we drove off, only to be stopped by my professor. He noticed the tears and made us stop.

He tried to get me to look at him, to talk about it, or to even say what was wrong. I didn’t say much. Just that sometimes the fifth grade isn’t so fun and that tomorrow would better.

            Paige and I then met the man to get the boot off my car. I handed him $60 and waited for my change.

            “I don’t have change for this.”

He still hasn’t come back with my change.

            I needed a Diet Coke in a bad way, so Paige and I went to my favorite Maverick, and then we went to the park to sit in the sunshine.

Our friend Andrew came and talked with us, I tried not to cry in front of him. He called the parking man and told him that he wasn’t pleased at the way his sister was being treated.

            It was really nice of him.

Paige and I then took a nap because we can.

We did homework and then went to the boys flag football game. I studied the social studies text book I stole from the fifth graders classroom and sipped hazelnut hot chocolate.

            Kyle almost got a touchdown, instead he got a concussion. He began hitting on anything that looked over the age of 13.

I then went back to my apartment after the longest day of my life to create a lesson plan for the next day that wouldn’t be full of lies. Holly was waiting for me in our usual study room. I lay on the floor while she bounced ideas off of her fifth grader niece.

I got a phone call just then. The boys wanted me to come play. I yelled at them and told him I had a million other things to get done, I didn’t have time to read their English papers for them, or something rude.

I hung up on them.

Ten minutes later, Paige showed up with a twisty cone. The boys had brought us, mainly me, ice cream because it was such a bad day.

It’s those little tiny moments in life when things are super, super bad.

When you are laying on the floor, staring at the ceiling considering being a librarian when you grow up, and suddenly a little glimmer of hope is there.

It’s going to be okay.

I may suck as a teacher.

I may be slightly failing my natural disasters class.

I may not be able to park within a mile of my apartment.

            But I’m going to make it.

Life is an uphill battle. It’s not fun all the time.

But, it’s only going to go up from here.

Little ones, I’m sorry I’m so MIA. I’m busy. If anyone actually still reads this.

The easiest way to stay up to date with the happenings of my life is Instagram. I Instagram at least every other day it feels like. I’d love to see what you are up to!

Username: megdeck  

Happy October. Can this semester be over already?

Umkay. Thanks.