blouse: forever21skirt: urban outfitters
belt: vintage
shoes: steve madden
note: this outfit above has nothing to do with the following story. i wore this later in the day when rachel and i walked around center city.
so, you might have seen on twitter that i had a very...interesting day. i just started substitute teaching while i'm in the process of finding a full-time teaching position, and i've been to schools all over the area. i was assigned to a first grade class about 20 minutes outside of philadelphia and was really looking forward to it (the little ones are my favorite). i was unpacking my things and getting ready for the day and the secretary popped her head in.
"oh, you're in a for a fun day. you've got a rough class," she said.
i just kind of stared at her, since that's not the most reassuring thing to say to a substitute.
"yeah, there's three or four in here that will throw tantrums, rollin' on the floor and everything. don't be afraid to call security, they'll show 'em who's boss."
let's get this straight - this is a first grade class. these children are 6 years old and they need a security guard to remove them from the classroom. i just kind of laughed and went on unpacking. at 8:45, i went to pick the children up and bring them to the classroom. it was complete and total utter chaos. i've been working with kids my entire life and have never in my life had trouble even getting their attention. there was literally one child that was doing what i asked; sitting quietly, unpacked, and doing his morning work. the kids were throwing chairs on the ground, ripping up paper, fighting with each other, screaming, running around, going through the teacher's desk, and generally being awful.
sounds bad? oh, it gets worse.
i notice a little boy in the back of the classroom sobbing, so i walk over and try to calm him down. as i started to crouch down to get on eye level with him, he projectile vomits down the entire front of my body. not just a little bit - this was from my boobs to my feet.
that's right. projectile vomit at 9-freaking-o'clock in the morning.
as soon as he threw up, the level of chaos in the class went up about 10 notches. the rest of the kids were screaming, gagging, freaking out. the kid that ralphed all over me just stared at me, and i just stood there in shock. i walked over to the phone and called the office for a janitor, who took way too long to get there. several other teachers walked in and i said, "i can't spend the rest of the day like this. i'm going to the office."
i'm covered in barf and standing in front of the secretary, trying to figure out what to do. this woman actually has the nerve to ask me to go home, change, and come back to finish out the rest of the time that i was scheduled (which was until 11:30). i couldn't decide if i should have been insulted or just amazed that anyone could be that unsympathetic. i basically told them that i was going home, not coming back, and that i would be paid for the day.
i then realized that i would probably kill myself if i had to drive home covered in puke (bryan would probably have not been too happy if i made the car smell like death, either). i asked for a trash bag and went into the bathroom to remove all of my clothing (and i mean all of it...it soaked through everything) and shoved everything in the bag. thank goodness i wore a long coat and i ended up just wearing that. it was not my proudest moment in life; as i walked out to the car carrying a bag of barf-soaked clothes and without a shred of dignity, i wondered what the hell i had done in life to deserve this.
ANYWAY. thus was my friday. hope yours was a bit better. i'm off for a desperately needed (very) stiff gin and tonic.
