Livin' La Vida Loca

No, no, I'm not a Ricky Martin fan. Not really. But that one song just seems to fit my life right now! My life is nuts, Ricky Martin just sums it up well for me right now.
School started for me in mid August. This year I teach 10th and 11th grades. It's fun, but again with the crazy. I'll share a moment in class that had me bursting into tears of laughter.
Me: blablablabla (pretty sure that's all the students hearing, although if they would have listened they would have learned how to solve all the problems of the world, naturally).
Student A: ( I call on him because his hand is raised) What does the word crucible actually mean?
Me: (in my mind, "crap I know I read that last night but cant remember... um um um")
Student A: Do you want me to look it up?
Me: No, this is exactly what I'm talking about with the note paper I just handed out. On the section where it says "questions" write down your questions. Then when we come to it, jot down the answer. I'm planning on talking about the word crucible because there is a very good reason why Arthur Miller called it The Crucible (although I can't remember it, hahaha). When you hear the answer write it down and if I don't answer it please raise your hand or talk to me after class about any unanswered questions.
Student A: But I just raised my hand...
Me: (hmmmm good point, hurry call on someone else oohhhoohhh another student has his hand raised).
Student B: (after being called on) So do we write...
Me: (after calling on student B I turn to student A who has his hand raised again) Did I not answer your question (on purpose)?
Student A: Well...
Student B: (throwing his hands in the air) you just called on me! I raised my hand!
Me: I'm sorry your right, what was your question?
Student B: (starting again)...
Me: (noise in my brain) silence. What was that again?
Student B: (sarcastically frustrated, throwing the paper off his desk starting again) blablabla
Me: (I can't hear him WHAT is wrong with me today!?!) I'm sorry. Now what was that again?
Student B: (sigh) Woman! You are hard to communicate with!!!
Class: hahahahahahahaha
Me:(Jeremy? Jeremy? I know your in here! You told him to say that!) hahahahahaha!

Background:
I spend the majority of 2nd period holding a strait face, because 2nd period is a tough class, 30 boys, 4 girls. The majority of the boys are on the football team. Previous occasions have resulted in wall squats as an intervention. I couldn't think of anything else for this group. These kids love to distract the class with jokes on a regular basis. I use all of my "no laugh energy" in 2nd period. When it hit me during 3rd period I couldn't hold it together. I laughed until I cried. I can still hear Student B's tone of voice in my head, "Woman! You are hard to communicate with!" He has no idea.

Paris is currently off track so I've been bringing her with me to school. She absolutely loves it! She loves pretending to be a teenager herself. She gives my students trouble. They love it. It's been an absolute delight having my two worlds collide. The only problem is that I haven't been able to leave work until bedtime all week! And last week! Every time I even suggest going home both of the girls whine, "No! No!" Fine, I'll stay at school, work on the newspaper. A first year teacher could sleep at school and still have too much to do, minus the sleep! My poor husband has hardly seen a glimpse of me. He got up early this morning and made the girls and I pancakes and eggs. My husband is so sweet. He loves us.

And one last crazy example in my life. Last week was homecoming week at my school. Lucky for me (sniff out my sarcasm), my good friend across the hall is the cheer adviser. Everyone knows that the cheerleaders are in charge of the pep rally for homecoming. What does she want to do? Have the faculty dance a drill team dance! Who is she going to beg to do it when not very many faculty members volunteer (big surprise). Me, right, by use of shameless guilt. So here I am dancing in the middle of the football field next to a dude in a wig to, "Can't touch This!" In front of the whole student body. And yes we did have a kick line. You'll notice I purposely didn't include pictures for this particular entry.

Yes I'm Livin' La Vida Loca! Who would have thought dancing to "Can't Touch This" would be part of the job description... EVER! Good times, good times.
Tell me I'm not the only one publicly humiliating myself. You do that too right?