Really? REALLY? You are telling me that one of the things that is on your list today is to complain about me? ME? And the fact that I walk my dog on my prep period. That (THAT? Really? THAT?) is something that bothers you? Oh, my. You really are pathetic. I mean, me walking my dog bothers you? And...why is that? I really can't figure it out.
SO, is it because you are fat? Or...is it because YOU don't ever exercise, and so you don't want anybody else to? I mean, I'm sorry, I'm just really struggling here. I can't figure out WHAT THE BIG DEAL is. See...other people leave on their prep period. They get coffee, they go to Burgerville or Muchas Gracias, they even go to the DMV. And that is all okay, right? So, now, me? I want to walk my freakin' dog, and you are going to have a problem with it? What the hell?
Okay. Fine. You freakin' win. I'll walk my freakin' dog on my freakin' duty free thirtyfuckinminute lunch hour. There. You freakin' happy, you small lifed loser? Seriously. I mean? What is the point here? It doesn't matter to do the dog if she walks at 10 or 11. It doesn't matter to me, either. She's still getting walked, and you're still fat.
But see...this is where I get confused. I thought we were teachers. I thought we were here for the kids...and that was the point. I thought, wrongly...it seems, that if I stayed here utnil six at night and planned a lot and worked longer, and actually worked toward my goal of being the best teacher I can be (which is truly my geeky, nerdy goal this year) that taking a twenty minute walk with my dog wouldn't really matter. How could I have thought that? Clearly, I'm an idiot.
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