Flu: 2 — Shop Girl: 0.
I thought I had kicked this beast, but last night it reared it’s ugly head once again. I barely slept, but I already had a call for today so I woke up on time and started getting ready with every intention of going to work.
By 7:15am I knew there was no way that I could go to work. I called in, curled up on the couch and did what any sick kid would do: I called my mom.
She told me that the flu can come and go for about a week and assured me that I’m not dying. From there I knew there was one thing my body desperately needed: sleep. I crawled back into bed and slept until noon.
I woke up feeling a bit better, but even now I still have very little appetite. I’m just hoping that tomorrow I’ll wake up feeling myself as it’s book club day and I don’t want to miss it!
It was just so bizarre… yesterday I felt fine. I had already gone back to work by Wednesday afternoon, so I didn’t have a problem with taking a call to work a full day on Thursday. I was a little apprehensive when I learned that I was heading to a school that I’ve never been to before (that coincidently has a very rough reputation) but I packed my bags and off I went.
…I should have stayed in bed.
Yesterday was easily the hardest day I have ever had. The school itself is in a very industrial neighbourhood in a rough area of the city it’s in. When I arrived at the school and went to check in with the office, the secretary laughed a little when I told her it was my first time. She didn’t tell me much, just handed me a schedule and I was on my way.
The lesson plan indicated that I would be teaching general and essential level classes all day, but the regular teacher assured me in her notes that her first period class was great and rarely caused trouble.
I had barely taken attendance and started the lesson when a girl abruptly stood up and announced that she had to use the washroom. I asked her to have a seat and wait until I had concluded the lesson, which wasn’t long. She glared at me, grabbed her stuff and walked out. I asked if she was planning to return, but she completely ignored me.
And that is how my worst day ever began. I dealt with flying elastics, throwing paper, awful language and an unbelievable amount of rudeness and apathy. My second period class was so hard that I actually had to stop, turn around and collect myself so that I wouldn’t burst into tears. One student told me off and called me a horrible name, and another announced that I was evil after I confirmed that I would be leaving a very honest review of the class for their teacher.
By lunch I was so done. Thankfully I had a prep during third period, and my last period class was much more manageable.
I left the school praying that I would never have to go there again.
I still felt okay after work–I was just deflated and exhausted. And then the phone rang. It was work, letting me know that I had been requested to return to the same school the next day (today). The woman I spoke with could hear the trepidation in my voice as I accepted the assignment and asked me what was wrong. I found myself pouring my heart out to her about my day and after her initial shock she immediately removed the request and found me a job at one of my favourite schools.
I felt so much better.
She called again 2 minutes later after perusing through my file and found that there were several requests for me at my favourite schools. I think she just wanted to brighten my day a bit, and I can’t even begin to tell you how amazing this woman was.
I really hadn’t planned anything for dinner, and after the day I had had I didn’t feel much like cooking so the Hubster, his friend and I went out to grab a bite to eat at A&W.
In retrospect, this was probably my biggest mistake.
All I had eaten all week to this point was soup, crackers and toast. I probably should have stuck with my bland food diet… let’s just say that I basically slept on my bathroom floor again. *sigh*
And that brings me to now. I was supposed to teach English and Gym at one of my fav schools today, but instead I spent it drinking gingerale in bed. Even now, I’m curled up in bed with my netbook watching Grown Ups, just waiting to fall asleep.
I really hope that this will be my last “I’m sick” post… ugh.