So, I was wrong. This week turned out to be incredibly stressful with today being the worst day. I got to run after students all day, asking for work, filling a bin with work that I have to mark and chasing students down. I realize I said that twice. It was a vicious cycle.
I had three students accuse me of losing their work. For the most part, I think they didn't hand it in and I'm a convenient target. The one girl however, she always hands her work in, she gets good grades and I have a feeling she'd be a terrible liar. That being said, I looked everywhere. She looked everywhere. The assignment was not found. It's bugging the crap out of me. As for the other two, I'm positive the one is lying to my face. Annoyed. The other, well, I believed him up until he accused me of losing another of his assignments.
My afternoon was filled with excuses (none about dogs eating homework. Now it's "my printer wouldn't work" or "it didn't save and I had to restart"), checkmarks and enough papers to rebuild a tree.
And that brings me to my point. You know that feeling where you get exactly what you needed but you didn't really know it was what you needed? When I got home today, all I wanted to do was eat, curl up with a blanket and a movie and go to sleep. But I was invited to a pizza making party thing with a few friends. Reluctantly, I dragged my ass out to the car. I wasn't reluctant because of the people or the cold. I was just tired and I was doubting my ability to be good company. I finally got there and just being with friends boosted my mood. By the time we were making our pizzas and laughing and then eating together, I felt so much better. My stress was totally gone. My shoulder, my back, nothing hurt except my face from laughing. I knew I needed to get out, but I didn't know I needed it that badly.
I also have a weird occurrence to relate to you. As I was walking to my friend's building, I noticed a little brown bird huddled near the front door. I was pretty close to him but he wasn't moving. I got a little closer to see if he was injured. He turned his head a bit, looked at me, then turned back. I was less than a foot away from him. I went inside and told the person at the front desk that there was a bird huddled at the door. We both made for the door, but as soon as she opened it, the little bird hopped about three feet away. We assumed if he was able to move that quickly that he was fine. She closed the door and the bird hopped back. One of my friends was next to arrive. As she walked toward the door, the little bird hopped away. He only returned when she was safely inside. Why didn't he freak out and take off when I came up to him? It's weird. Do I perhaps resemble the woman who's apparently been known to feed him? I don't know. I think it's pretty strange. Maybe it's my whole animals and babies love me magnetism.
Either way, crappy beginning, awesome end. That was my day.