For those of you who are teachers, you know that having your prep during first period is pretty much the worst thing. For those of you who aren’t teachers, just understand that during the day, you look forward to two things: lunch and prep. Prep is a period that teachers get to prepare necessary things for the day, whether it is paperwork, grading, lesson planning, etc. As a substitute I have to prepare…nothing. So basically, prep is a sweet 50 minute period where I get to do nothing and chill out. Awesome, I know. However, if you have first period prep, then you pretty much have nothing to look forward to during the day and no break from teaching except lunch.
Today was one of those unfortunate days when I was sitting in the teacher’s lounge during first period because I had prep. As I was sitting there I ate a breakfast cookie from a package that somebody had left on the table (just one, so chill with the judgment), and then went looking around in my bag for my bottle of water. I quickly discovered that it was nowhere to be found. I was perplexed because I had specifically remembered filling it up this morning and then wondered if I had left it on the counter in the kitchen or something. I looked at the clock, realized I had 10 minutes left before I had to pick up my students, and left to go across the street to the little convenience store at the end of the block.
I picked out a water bottle and a diet Snapple (I like to have options) and brought them to the counter. I said good morning and the guy behind the counter rang me up.
“$3.50,” he said.
I reached into my large tote bag and began digging around for my wallet…which was…nowhere to be found. Awesome.
“Umm…sorry, I don’t have my wallet. Sorry. No wallet.” Apparently, in addition to my water bottle and my wallet, I had also lost the ability to formulate sentences.
I turned around and started walking to the door and the guy called out and asked me if I wanted to take it anyway. I said no, because I wouldn’t be back for a couple of days and I knew I would have a panic attack late at night because I owed this guy three bucks and he wouldn’t get it until Friday.
As I crossed the street I had a mini panic attack, wondering if I would be incredibly parched for the rest of the day and having dramatic visions of me slurping water from the sink in the school bathroom because I was so dehydrated. Trying to rein in my anxiety, I forced myself to think very hard about what I could have possibly done with my water bottle. After a few seconds of intense thought, the most I’ve had in a few weeks, I finally remembered that I had it in the car with me because I had taken a couple of sips from it after my breakfast had left a weird taste in my mouth. Success!! However, looking at my watch I realized that I had only 5 minutes left and my car was over two city blocks away. I’d have to go during lunch time.
However, at lunch time I was so hungry that I wanted to eat IMMEDIATELY. I started searching my bag for the third time in hopes of finding a few quarters to buy a can of soda and call it a day. Then, a miracle happened. I found a coin purse that I haven’t used since my days working at the pottery store. I opened it and, riches upon riches, there were quarters and dimes! I ran across the street to the Chinese place, grabbed a bottle of soda, paid for it entirely in change, and headed back to eat my sandwich and share my story with the other people eating in the teacher’s lounge. My misfortune amused them, so I figured it was worth it.
Anyway, the day ended and I made the two block walk back to my car. There, on my passenger seat, was my completely full bottle of water. I drove home, ran up to my room, and found my wallet in my other bag. Still missing however, is my brain, which I apparently misplaced this morning and have not seen since, as evidenced by the fact that I just went to get my bottle of water from my bag and realized that I left it in the car. Again.