Have you ever been to a recycling plant? I don't recommend it, unless you enjoy the overwhelming stench of rotten food. We took our first-graders there last week as part of the science/social studies curriculum. There is an observation deck above the sorting/shredding/squishing area where the kids had a bird's-eye-view of the process, and they adored the noise and the conveyor belts and the magnets.
Seriously, I don't know how anyone works there. Worst job ever. Go to college, kids.
My parent chaperones pressed tissues to their noses and looked pleadingly at me, while I nodded sympathetically and made retching motions to indicate that I too was on the verge of vomiting. Strangely, most of the kids didn't seem to mind too much. They were too busy being excited. Either that or they are deficient in their sense of smell.
X. and T. were tired on the way home and zonked out completely.
Speaking of zonking out completely, the a/c in our building will not be turned on until May 14, and it has been uncomfortably warm, by which I mean FUCKIN' CRAZY HOT in my classroom. I am one of the unlucky teachers on the east side of the building where the sun pours in the big windows and turns the rooms into saunas. On Friday, the outside temp was 89 or something stupid like that, and the temp in my classroom was 87 for most of the day.
The children were sweaty and glassy-eyed and had hardly the strength to fuss about it, poor little things.
I planned to leave work immediately and go home to apply cold compresses to my forehead, but then I thought I would just clean off my reading table, copy some of the work for next week, and then reorganize the math games. And, oh, move a bookcase.
This is shit that HAS to get done, people, if I am to retain my sanity. It's a teacher thing. You may or may not understand.
Eventually I noticed that I felt a tad woozy and had a raging headache, so I went home, lay down on my bed at 7:30, and zonked out for 12 full hours.
Poor Josh was deprived of my delightful Friday evening companionship, but I made it up to him the next day by spending every single minute with him.