Good Friends, Good Coffee

I had a horrible day. There wasn't really any particular reason why it was horrible, which I think made it worse--there wasn't anything to blame my mood on, nothing and no one in particular I could lash out at. My laptop at work is a piece of crap; it takes 15 minutes to boot up in the morning, then it's slow as molasses in freakin January the rest of the day. I could spend 5 minutes just trying to get my attendance window up.

Mostly my annoyance stemmed from the fact that like ONE kid out of every class actually did the assignment that I gave them TWO class days and a whole freaking weekend to finish. Half of them are waiting for me to give them the answers, while the other half are frantically trying to copy off a neighbor or bullshit their way through the answers. After spending a month on poetry, which isn't my favorite subject anyway, the blank stares and blatant laziness of my kids just pissed me off. By the end of the day I didn't even want to talk to them. I shudder to think what's going to happen to these kids when they get into their first "real" job and their boss won't let them slide in the door late or turn in half-completed work. And I don't even want to hear that crap about how it was the same when "we" were in school, because it wasn't. I have a parent who always wants to tell me that "we" were the same as high schoolers, but it would never have occurred to me to be as much of jerk as this kid. Anyway. I digress.

Nothing makes the day better than a gummy, drooly smile from my kid. It sounds so cliche, but I'm just now beginning to realize that it's the truth. Also not to be underestimated is an afternoon drinking coffee with a good friend. The older we get, the more we have going on...between work and kids and extra classes and second jobs and going back to college, it's hard to work int he time that we used to spend together. There are very few people left that I would call good friends, but there are still those that I can spend an afternoon with and pass the time without even realizing how fast it's going. Thanks for being you, hooch, and thanks for holding my baby.