I can’t wait until I have enough money to get a tattoo on the front of my thigh because then I’ll be able to take pictures of it in the bathtub and start drinking tea and date a boring guy with a big beard who loves seven inch records and ignores my needs.
I should have used this as an example of a slippery slope when I taught logical fallacies yesterday.
Had breakfast at a downtown restaurant with my boyfriend, Bojangles with one of my roommates for lunch, pizza with all my roommates, and a cookout shake during game night.
Let it not be said that I didn’t eat well and with quality people today.
Yesterday, I emailed my classes asking for suggestions for our pre-class playlist and one of my students replied suggesting the band For Today (a Christian metal band).
Now, he actually does like For Today, but I caught on that he was trying to troll me and make his innocent English teacher think he listens to devil music.
Coincidentally, it just so happens that For Today is one of my favorite bands.
So the look on his face today when I played the song he recommended before class was priceless…
But not as priceless as the moment I showed him my autographed poster and explained to him that I’ve been to For Today shows and moshed in three different states.
The song “Classic” by MKTO makes me want to dance so hard.
I’m in my cubicle listening to it right now and my shoulders be gettin’ it on right now.
The amount of hurt and grieving in the small sphere of people who affect my life has been unreal this weekend. So many deaths and so much anxiety and hurt. It is just crazy to imagine all the pain represented by the 400 students in the classes that I and my coworkers facilitate, and the people who cross my news feed. I don’t know guys. It’s just a lot.
I’m that girlfriend who goes to see her boyfriend preach but doesn’t eat breakfast, so her stomach growls extra loud during a sincere moment in the sermon.
Yesterday I played 50s swing music as my students were coming into class.
Tomorrow, I think I’ll play Pop Goes Punk.
Just to keep them on their toes.
With the exception of a few boys who think I’m really freaking cool now, nobody appreciated my pop punk playlist.
And my boss came in during a heavy hardcore breakdown.
And it was awkward.