Worlds Collide

(Oh, how America’s Next Top Model of me….)

There is going to be a lot of cursing in this entry. A lot of it.
No, really. A lot.
And, no. I am not putting it after the jump. q:

Today has been unbelievably long. I didn’t leave work until after 7 pm. I had so much to do to prepare for going to New York that I just couldn’t leave any sooner.
And, really, it was just downhill from there.

I have a couple of announcements.

First: Attention drivers in the left lane. If you are not going at least the speed limit, get the FUCK out of the way. Seriously. Get your fucking ass into the RIGHT lane. All you are doing is making people stuck behind you scream obscenities at you and want to cut you. Speed the fuck up or get the fuck into the right lane. Asshole.

Second: Attention drivers. If you pull into the left turn lane and realize after the light for going straight has turned red – and filled up with people – that you do not want to turn left, unless you are ALONE in the left turn lane, turn left anyway, make a U-Turn, then turn left again. Deciding you NEED to go straight after the entire light has gone red – and there are people are behind you – only makes the person behind you honk and scream obscenities because you have now caused that person (or those people) to have to wait another cycle of the light because you truly feel the world revolves around you. News Flash. It doesn’t. TURN FUCKING LEFT! Fucking bastard.

Announcements over.

After all that – I get to the post office and – it’s closed. (My post office is actually open pretty late. 7:30 pm.) Goddammit. Fucking chite. I’m not going to be NEAR my damn post office – when it’s open – until TUESDAY. Are they going to send my package back?! I’m going to have to call them. Fucking chite.

And – now I’m home.

I get to pack, clean up the cat’s litter box, take out the trash, pay some bills, then go to bed.

Get up at 5 am.

Go to work. Finish planning for Thursday night and Friday. Actually do WORK Thursday.

Leave to drive to New York.

I quit.

Seriously.

What do I quit?

Life. Ugh.

The students returned today.

Three classes of 32 honors geometry students. That’s 96 students. Only two of which are sophomores. Yes, that’s right. 94 freshmen. I am going to lose my mind. I’m certain of it. Yeesh.

I also have a class of 17 Consumer students and 24 Calculus with Application students. Those two – I can’t decide. It will depend on the kids in them. It could be fine – or it could be the nightmare of my life. It all depends on whether or not the students work. Only time will tell.

And – there was shocking news today. I am afraid to blog more because, well, it’s just – strange. Strangely shocking. However, if you would like to know – send me an email. We’ll chat. (=

Oh. And I’ll be in a wedding this weekend. More news to come on that. (;

For now – I’m exhausted. But, I promised Daniel long ago to never post just ‘I’m too damn tired’. So – there you go. A semi-post! XD

So, on the radio, there was a story about how states are considering lowering the drinking age from 21 to 18. And. College presidents think it’s the best idea since fire. They feel that there will be less binge drinking and fewer accidents and fewer problems.

Right. Because, you know, only the 18-20 year olds binge drink anyway. I didn’t go to plenty of parties where people well over 21 were binge drinking until they couldn’t even stand to look at certain type of alcohol any more. No, it’s only the 18-20 year olds, you know.

Sarcasm? Oh, yes.

As a high school teacher, this scares the shit out of me. If the drinking age is lowered to 18, then it becomes so much easier for all of my high school students to get alcohol. All of them will have that senior friend who is 18 and can buy it legally. The radio show was discussing it and one of them said he didn’t think it would get pushed down from college to high school. Um, hello? Right. And then, he said if someone is 15 and wants to drink, they’ll find a way. Lower the drinking age to 18 – and the number of ways increase.

Not to mention that this is really what the roads need. People who have just learned how to drive, and statistically have the most accidents anyway, now can drink and drive much more easily. Sign me up for the damn bus. Ugh.

Yes, I know there’s the flip side. If you are old enough to serve your country, you should be old enough to drink. Well. You know what? Fine. How about this? You sign up to serve your country, you get a lowered drinking age. I am all for “If I can die for my country, I should be able to drink.” Sure. Cool. Anyone with a valid military ID gets a drink. I’m up for that. Anyone else can suck it until they reach 21.

Anyway. Rant for the day. (AMG! Monday Meltdown! This post may change… stay tuned…)