Freaky Friday
So I woke up this morning from a phone call from my dear friend KT. No longer a Kindergarten Teacher, she is now a 3rd grade teacher, but to me, she'll always be KT.
KT called me at roughly 7 this morning. Apparently, she and her crazy roommate friend decided that cocaine was a relatively wise idea at 4 am this morning. THis surprises me a little, because KT does not usually indulge in such extreme craziness. Moderate craziness, yes, but cocaine? Really?
KT was a little freaked out when she called me. I immediately threw on boxers and a t-shirt and drove the whole six blocks to her apartment. When I got there, she was beyond freaking out. She was pacing and mumbling and generally acting quite wierd. I did my best to calm her down, but it was a little scary for me. KT is a poster child for why I never have and never will do coke.
After several hours of calming and consolation, by about ten a.m., I told KT that I was sorry, but, I absolutely had to get to school and finish putting together my classroom.
K.T. said that was okay, and I invited her to come with me because quite frankly, I was a little worried about her. Leaving her alone at home was definetly NOT a good idea. She didn't need or want to be left alone.
So K.T. came with me to school today. By the time we got out to the Boonies to the middle school where I teach, KT was much more collected. As we turned on to the street where my school is, KT felt a sense of familiarity and turned to me and asked, "Tell me again who your principal is?"
Turns out, K.T. and my PRINCIPAL taught their first few years together. Dude. What the fuck?
Small world. And I'm still a little freaked out.
K.T. and my principal (read, BOSS) sat and chewed the fat for a few hours while I put up posters and such in my classroom. My principal apparently thought it no big deal to feel up K.T. in the security of his office, and stick his tongue down her throat. Like I said, they're good buddies. This is a man (married, btw) who, until today, has imtimidated the crap out of me.
So if I was worried about my career this year, I needn't have been. I'm sooo set. I'm psyched. This rocks. Bring it on, fall 2005!
KT called me at roughly 7 this morning. Apparently, she and her crazy roommate friend decided that cocaine was a relatively wise idea at 4 am this morning. THis surprises me a little, because KT does not usually indulge in such extreme craziness. Moderate craziness, yes, but cocaine? Really?
KT was a little freaked out when she called me. I immediately threw on boxers and a t-shirt and drove the whole six blocks to her apartment. When I got there, she was beyond freaking out. She was pacing and mumbling and generally acting quite wierd. I did my best to calm her down, but it was a little scary for me. KT is a poster child for why I never have and never will do coke.
After several hours of calming and consolation, by about ten a.m., I told KT that I was sorry, but, I absolutely had to get to school and finish putting together my classroom.
K.T. said that was okay, and I invited her to come with me because quite frankly, I was a little worried about her. Leaving her alone at home was definetly NOT a good idea. She didn't need or want to be left alone.
So K.T. came with me to school today. By the time we got out to the Boonies to the middle school where I teach, KT was much more collected. As we turned on to the street where my school is, KT felt a sense of familiarity and turned to me and asked, "Tell me again who your principal is?"
Turns out, K.T. and my PRINCIPAL taught their first few years together. Dude. What the fuck?
Small world. And I'm still a little freaked out.
K.T. and my principal (read, BOSS) sat and chewed the fat for a few hours while I put up posters and such in my classroom. My principal apparently thought it no big deal to feel up K.T. in the security of his office, and stick his tongue down her throat. Like I said, they're good buddies. This is a man (married, btw) who, until today, has imtimidated the crap out of me.
So if I was worried about my career this year, I needn't have been. I'm sooo set. I'm psyched. This rocks. Bring it on, fall 2005!
posted by Flipside at 8:57 PM
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