Its really frustrating that you can have a sub, and then they ignore it. They make other plans to sub when you are standing right there. You can call them to make sure, but they don’t respond. So you can assume that you don’t have a sub.
Then you call the person whose old classes you took over. And they don’t call you back.
Then you call around 10 more people, 3 pick up and say “no” 7 don’t pick up and even after a message asking to respond, they don’t. I don’t care if you call me to say that you can’t, I want to know so I should know how desperate I am to find someone.
I’m desperate now. I contacted my boss and I feel lame. I’m worried about priorities and driving and having fun and working. This is my Senior Picnic. I’d like to go on the bus to Santa Cruz and not worry about working. I’m getting this sick feeling in my stomach. I honestly thought this would work out, that someone would pull though for me. I don’t have friends there. People are polite but I’m the youngest at every one of my shifts.
Freshman day! First was registration and all the kids got their classes, Kate got Dubb! Then was the freshmen dance. Oh my god they were so awkward. Eventually they started “gettin it in” and it was funny. Victor is a slut. My friends are funny. Food after at Sheri’s and I got a giant Cinnamon Bun.
And then there was an earth quake. I got up to move to a safer part of the house in case it continued but I’m already there. Cool. So I just read every ones status about it.
Went babysitting in the morning. Those boys are like my little brothers. I like spending time with them and just hanging out. We went to the park and they met up with some friends and didn’t need me. :’(
Then I went to registration, got my schedule, and “worked”. I did not register. (Bahn, Parker, Dubb, Lopez, Munsell, Jervis)
Then I went to work. I subbed and taught children how to swim. It went better than yesterday.
And I can’t find anyone to sub for me and I don’t I can’t stay at retreat.
And then I’m trying to remember how to swim and I can’t. And I have to try to explain how to dolphin kick without sounding creepy. And then I have to explain that you can’t do Monkey-Airplane-Soldier at hyper speed because you look like a retarded jelly-fish and aren’t going anywhere. And all the kids want Mr. Sam back because a girl teacher is stupid. And this girl can’t figure out how to switch from touch to crawl stroke. AND THEN I HAVE TO TEACH THE BOSSES KID. And like oh my god. I can’t remember how to teach infants and their parents are in the pool witnessing my failure. And we have to sing. And I suck at singing. And then I can’t remember what you are supposed to do when you sing “Pop Goes the Weasel”. And then I get kicked in the leg. And I smell like chlorine.
It was sorta an off day for me. Tomorrow will be better.