Monday, April 25, 2016

a special story (hint: not special)

Last week I was walking out of work when the late bus full of NJHS kids (most of them were my students) were loading on. I really didn't want them to see me getting in my car because my car is missing two hub caps and it looks 50 shades of horrible. I have a reputation to uphold. I'm a baller. It's such common knowledge that teachers make so much money, so they come to expect that I would get in a certain kind of car.
No but seriously, I had the thought that maybe I should wait. Then I told myself I am above what a 13 year old thinks about me and also I give my life to them for practically nothing so they shouldn't expect much and I went to my car.
I unlocked my car and pulled on my door handle. Nothing happened. I pulled harder. Nothing happened. I double checked that my car was unlocked and tried again.

My handle came with me. 

Remember, my students are witnessing this entire thing.

I tried to act natural and reach my hand in the back door to unlock it, but I couldn't reach. So then I went around the car to unlock it that way, and I also couldn't reach. 

So my kids watched me climb from the passenger seat into my drivers seat while i'm holding the handle of my car. Luckily, they were far enough away that they couldn't hear the cursing.

A few days later I got the plague and so the car hasn't been fixed yet. I can't seem to remember for the life of me that this has happened, so every time I go to get in my car it is painful reminder that I have to haul myself over my center console. I'm not a small person. It's rough.

Does anyone know of any trusted car person who could fix my car and/or tell me the truth about how much it's going to be to fix it?

Life's fun.
5 more weeks of school.

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