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July 13, 2002
Nothing like being trapped in
Nothing like being trapped in a room with two thousand other people, four thousand #2 pencils, four thousand bubble test sheets, and eight hours of mindless questions. Plus the extraordinarily bilious feeling of leaving my house at 7am in order to arrive at the requested time of 7:45, then an interminable wait for nearly two hours for them to straighten out the scheduling snafus. Teaching Fellows programs can really try my patience, especially when I'm relatively decaf early on a Saturday morning. I should have been watching cartoons like Powerpuff Girls. Not to mock the intelligence of the average teacher, but the announcer had to tell everyone that the page that says "End of Test" means the test is done and you should turn in the test. Some people were still confused.
I am not a smoker, but I think I'm suffering the most from the new tax here. Mayor Bloomberg should have warned the rest of us that all of our chain-smoking friends were going to be forced to quit, ALL AT ONCE. The last cigarette has been smoked, the butt rubbed out, and the nightmare begins. Shaky hands, muttering, and random acts of violence seem to be the signs that I should run away, but their desperate nicotine need brings out the mother in me. "Try some coffee!" I suggest perkily, hoping it will stop their crankiness. They smack the cup away, ignoring me while they try futilely to light the end of a straw. Bloomberg should have set up nicoderm patch stations on the streets, or maybe some Hostess dingdongs supply system.
After a long week of classes, programmatic suicide, and watching one of my students breaking into a vehicle on my way to school, I just want a beer. Make that quite a few, actually. Sex would be really nice too.
Posted by G at July 13, 2002 09:21 PM