My dad came home a few days ago and I had just woken up from a nap. I had been taking naps 4 days a week now since school started. "Now you understand why I am always taking naps", he said, with what I'm pretty sure was an evil "ha ha" glint in his eye. And yes, now I fully understand. Who knew that being a teacher was so exhausting? Sure, I'm not running laps all day long, but I do, uh, stand a lot. Quite a lot actually. So there. And sometimes I play tag at recess. So double extra there. But mentally, emotionally: I'm drained. I love my job and I haven't cried once, but there is so much to do and it seems that when I try to get something done or organized, I get handed 10 more things to do or the classroom just gets messier. Needless to say, I am no longer allowing myself to take naps, cause I don't get enough done if I do. I'm done with my degree though. I just have to print it off the computer. Yep. Just print my teaching license off the computer.
I am also almost halfway through with my Masters Degree. I can't until everyone starts calling me Master Tucker. My brother's are going to be so bummed that they went for their Doctorate. Be honest: would you rather be called Doctor So-and-so or Master So-and-so? That's what I thought.
I feel a little lame though and want to apologize to people who actually talk to me in real life. I find that I am taking less initiative to call people and when they do call me, I am somewhat lifeless which anyone could easily translate to mean: she hates me. But it's not true. I'm just tired. Oh so tired.
Does anyone else believe the conspiracy that animals are trying to take over the world? There's always these crazy news stories about animals getting into CrAzY situations that involve humans getting harmed or would've gotten harmed had the animal not been stopped? Yeah, I hear them all the time too. They pretend to be furry, innocent and cute until they try to scratch your face off while you're asleep. But they'll just pretend they were trying to save your life by trying to wake you up, cause the house was on fire (they set the fire by the way)... My life is infested with animals. There is a mouse living in the walls of my house, but for some reason it loves coming into my room at night and scratching away at things to keep me awake. And it's building it's nest in the wall between my bedroom and bathroom. I have set up mouse traps to catch Morton (that's his name of course) and he somehow evades them. There are only two spots where the sinks in my bathroom meet that he can get in and he must be an acrobat, because he somehow misses the traps that are set right underneath the holes. There is also a feral cat that loves to sit outside my window at night and howl itself to what must be a near death. The noise literally wakes me up and sends my heart beating a mile a minute, it sounds that bad. Then there's the spiders. Those disgusting little arachnids that worm their way into the weirdest little places. My thought on spiders is this: they are welcome to live in my house as long as they stay out of my way. But the second I see them, they must die. So I found one this morning inside my previous day's iced drink cup, which had a lid on it. So I set it in the sink and sent water rushing down the straw to slowly fill up the cup. The spider ended up floating upside down at the top of the cup, smashed into the lid. I planned to dump it out after I finished doing my makeup. Five minutes later I look over and Melvin (that was his name of course) is wiggling around trying to find a way out. He was pretending to be a drowned spider! And it was like he would sense when I saw him. He would curl his little legs up and pretend to be dead again and then lo and behold, when I turned my back, he would try to wiggle out.
That was a long story, I know. But I think it's important that everyone be aware of what the animals of the world are conspiring to do. They must be stopped. Or at least we need to get on their good side.
