cheers to my homies in greenvegas, gollywood & niagara springs - woo hoo, it's the weekend!

so, getting up in front of all of your students to present awards to a bunch of kids that you don't know is somewhat unnerving. just as a note for those who haven't done it as of yet (BWA HA HA - you will eventually). see, now i understand why i went into public relations for two years before coming into teaching. if i hadn't had that experience of speaking in front of large crowds, i so wouldn't have been able to focus and control my nerves. but i got up and did a pretty decent job (only massacred one name - sorry, kiddo), looked snazzy in my black suit, and even smiled at my babies when they came up to get their awards.

do you think it's a problem if coffee brings me my favorite snacks? i'm trying to figure out if it was just a coincidence, or if he went out of his way to bring me that 50 cent symbol of affection. he never brings snacks to class. never. what-the-fuck-ever. i'm not going to analyze. i'm just going to take the damn thing and imagine that it's just a stupid cookie. maggo thinks that i should start this big ruse at school, one in which i have a live-in boyfriend so that the children back off. i'm not going to lie to them, though. this is my own self-created mess, and i'd rather be upfront with coffee and the other kids about who i am (and who i can't be at this point) than lie to them. besides, if one of them can hook me up with a non-caffeinated uncle for some non-coffee action, that would be fine by me.