Javorcek
Supernova
- Joined
- Jun 19, 2013
- Location
- United Sates - NY
It’s a quarter after one, I’m all alone and I need you now.
Said I wouldn’t call but I’ve—
—It’s been so lonely without you here
Like a bird without a song
Nothing can stop these lone—
—When you told me! Oh! You didn’t need me anymore!
Well you know! I nearly broke down and crriiieeeddddd—
“FUCK YOU RADIO! FUCK YOU FUCK YOU GAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!” Alex roared as what felt like the millionth break-up song for this morning played on her car’s radio. And of course, Alex did what any normal, sane person would do when confronted with a long list of songs that they really did not want to hear at this moment: she continued to swear up a storm and extended her tantrum to include pounding viciously at the soft padding above her head and attempting to tear the steering wheel right off the column in her rage.
Maybe she should have just called in sick today. Can you do that? Do student teachers get sick days? Or maybe a mental health day…because she really felt like she was one annoying student away from a nervous break down.
The brunette sighed and tried her best to focus on the road. No, she could not call in sick. It was too late for that, she needed to be ready for class in 20 minutes; besides, Alex may have been the worst liar on the planet. And the truth just made her seem childish ’Aw yeah boss I can’t come in today because I broke up my girlfriend.’ Yeah, that would go over real well. Come on pussy, get your act together! Okay, she could do this. All she had to do was survive. Immersing herself in work might be good for her. It would keep her mind off of BitchFace. (Her ex evidently did not deserve a name anymore.)
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“We’re going outside today.” Alex finally spoke up as her students settled down after the bell for classes. She only appeared a little off today; her button down was wrinkled, as were her pants, but that was because she had been living out of her car and out of a suitcase all weekend as she struggled to find a more permanent living arrangement that did not involve BitchFace. But otherwise, she seemed to be her normal, slightly sarcastic and overly passionate about art self.
The change in their expected task brought up a whole slew of “But what about our drawings…?” from several students. Oh teenagers are so fun. They say they want freedom, but when you change the schedule and routine that they have grown accustomed to, they immediately begin to freak out. Alex never abruptly changed plans. She never gave pop quizzes about art history. Students always knew what to expect from her. And right now, they expected to be sitting at their tables and continuing their drawings that were due on Friday.
Alex had had her students drawing to music. It was a neat little project, inspired by the movie Fantasia, which had been animated while listening to music. Unfortunately, now she didn’t trust Pandora to turn on her just as her car radio had. So now, they were all going to go outside! Somewhere where she wouldn’t have to listen to music and just be content to listen to the wind and the idle chatter of her seniors.
“We’ll pick it up tomorrow. Or maybe the next day. Don’t worry about those drawings right now.”
“But it’s due on Friday!” Came the chorus from her wonderful procrastinating seniors. Seriously, these kids draw sooooooooo slooooowwwwwwwwwww. How are you lil bastards not done yet?!
“Extensions for everybody then!” Alex said cheerily. Happiness is contagious and if she knew that if she pretended to be happy, her rioting students would relax and just go with the flow. “But it’s nice out today. So come on! Sketchbooks! And then outside! Go! Mush!” Oh thank God her cooperating teacher had more or less just left her alone to do her own thing. Otherwise she’d probably get yelled at for talking to her students like a bunch of sled dogs.