Sometimes the day just kicks your butt. Sometimes I think to myself, “It would be so much easier if I didn’t care so much. If I wasn’t so invested in these kids.” But then I remind myself that the fact that I care is what makes me a good teacher. Being invested in their lives is what gives me the strength and the desire to teach in a school where the kids come from tough home lives and that affects their behavior at school. Sometimes on a Friday night after a hard day though, I just want to crawl into my bed immediately when going home. Even though that would have been delightful, I am thankful I have family who eats dinner with me and cracks me up with their hilarity, and friends who make plans with me so that I don’t just hibernate when life is hard. And I am equally as thankful for Romantica and Farewell Milwaukee playing in a venue with chairs for me to sit on while they serenade me.
And with 11.5 hours of sleep under my belt I am ready to face the world again. And I am ready to share with you my blonde moment of the week.
While I was paying my rent at the beginning of the week, I was shocked to see that I was on my last check. Then I was more shocked to see that my hair color won out over my brain, and on the line where you write out the number in words, I somehow totally botched it up and filled up the line with a value that completely didn’t match what I put in the little box on the side. I went upstairs to see if I had another book of checks. Nope. Completely out. Frazzled, but with no options (I have to pay my rent!) my solution: try it again under the line and then initial by it to indicate that “it’s cool, a bad guy didn’t change this amount.” Tiffany questioned the validity of the check and I said, “Well, we’ll see how it goes. If this check doesn’t go through, at least it will buy me a little time to get more checks.”
Fast forward to this week. I decided I probably should order more checks so that they arrive before next month’s rent is due. I peruse the internet’s options of checks, and finally settle on a design. I was shocked that there were no designs that fit what I was looking for, “Vintage design, simple, in colors such as faded olive green, fancy antique blue, and butter yellow.” So I settled. I needed to say which number check to start on. I decided to see what number I left off on. Which is when I discovered that I am not in fact out of checks. My rent paying panic had been for naught. I just got to the page that said, “hey you should think about reordering now” and then has several more checks behind it.
As I was telling my roommate my blondeness, when I got to this part of the story, she told me I was not being blonde, but rather being responsible and ordering new checks in a timely fashion. Then I confessed that at this point in the check ordering process I strongly considered not ordering new checks yet. I still have several left! But don’t worry, I proceeded anyways. So there you have it: blonde turned responsible.