Yesterday was a beautiful, bright, lovely day. It was "silly hat" day at the school. It was perfect. I arrived ready to teach with my nephew's flat cap (awesome hat by the way) on backwards with the bill on the side so I looked cool. Sorta.
Drug Awareness week is the reason for the silly hat day. And then throughout the week there is a rock'n rollin drugs away (50's attire) day, silly socks day, cowboy/girl day, and finally a jersey day (wearing your favorite team's jersey). As I awoke bright and early Monday morning, I thought to myself that this week was destined to be absolutely, without a doubt... awesome!!!
Monday was probably the worst day of my life...ok, worst day of teaching. The kids were hard to control, I was out of my mind putting addition signs on the board instead of multiplication signs, students were trying to see how close they could get their lead pencils to their eyes without poking themselves (that was most definitely a failure), and there was a misunderstanding with one of my kids about their ride home. It is safe to say that when that school day was over, I was relieved like no one's business!! BECAUSE.... I was going to the World Series game!!! Oh yeah, I was ready to get out of there and watch some baseball.
I was so excited, that as I was backing out of my parking space at school, I backed right into another car. True story! I then pulled right back into my parking spot, got out of my car, and walked calmly inside the school building... talking to myself. I would tell you what I was saying, but I really cannot remember. I think it had to do with a lot of oh my's and oh S's but I'm not positive.
Guess what I did next? I went to find my mentor teacher (DUH)! I calmly walked...briskly back to the room. She wasn't there. I went to another teacher's room whom I depend on a lot. Her lights were on but her door was locked. I knocked. No answer. I then went to another teacher who is also a mentor to one of my friends and she was so sweet in asking if I needed anything. All I thought to do was to find Mrs. R. That's it. Find Mrs. R. After not telling her what I needed or what was wrong and that I just wanted Mrs. R, she called the front office and had them page my mentor teacher on the intercom to go back to her room. I met her halfway. I think I was shaking. Anyways, long story-short, all the teachers accompanied me to the car and even the husband, of the lady's car I hit, came. There was nothing but a little scratch, thank goodness!! Alright... so that was fun.
Onto the next adventure. I get changed, but I don't have a Texas Rangers shirt... soooo
I said yes to matching with the boyfriend.
Sometimes it's fun to be the underdogs.
Our seats were great. We were on the lower level by first base.
And I secretly rooted for CJ :)
By the end of the day, I was extremely exhausted; but, I was so happy to have gotten through the day. I got to see the Rangers play the Cardinals, eat a bag of cotton candy as well as cheesy fries (separately, of course), and wear matching t-shirts with someone that means the world to me. :) Yesterday was good...