I just want to be ok.

Ok. So the day started out hunky dory and fine. That's how it was all morning. Work was refreshing and smelt like fall.  My cute husband picked me up from work at noon, carried my school bags inside and even had chicken tacos all ready for lunch. The day was lovely. That is until the evils of English class began. I won't go into detail, but let's just say I'm never going to humiliate any of my students in front of the entire class, especially twice in one day. Never.
So, I left English grumpier than the grumpiest bear you know and almost in tears. I know we are told not to let others determine the way we feel, but seriously today I let it and I intentionally let the way some jerky man treated me ruin my afternoon. I couldn't help but me mad at him and think of all the possible emails I could concoct in order to "stick it to him". But the man probably doesn't care he is a jerk and probably has been a jerk his entire life, so I decided an email of anger probably wasn't the best solution. What else could I do? I could drop the class, I could come to class every day 5 minutes late, I could share opposing views to his during class, and the list goes on and on.
But do you know what... that's all just silly and carries no point to it. So, I'm just going to stick it out. I'll sit in class the rest of the semester and listen to all the crap that comes out of his mouth and know the history of every suit he wears, I'll do all my assignments perfectly and won't miss a single day. I'll tolerate him. In the real world I'll probably work with people like him and have to deal with it. So why not practice now? But that doesn't that I'm not looking forward to the teacher evaluation at the end of the semester, all I know is Manberg best be reading it.
Any who the day improved as my cute husband picked me up at the end of the day with two surprises. First, he parked in the mini parking lot, only for teachers, by the Kirkham. And second he made me cover my eyes when I got in the car.... and..... and..... he told me when a person has a bad day they need friends to keep them company. He got me a box of Toy Story fruit snacks so I could have friends while he went to work. Silly, but it made me smile.

Favorite of the night was definitely when this song came on while I was writing history papers... Enjoy!