Seeing Red
Tonight was quite a night. I helped organize a massive Republican function and was a blast! I looked fabulous in a classy red dress with light camel slingbacks and a small elephant pin to top it off. Yes, I am admitting it now, I am a teacher AND a Republican. Its rare but we are out there. There were around 500 people and being onstage to hand out raffle tickets was eerily calm and felt natural. Here I am, only knowing MAYBE 50 people and I felt at home. I am a member of the Young Republicans and proud to admit it.
I do, however, choose to lay low at school for fear of the Union. I do have to admit they have our backs when things get ugly, but I don't like when they take my dues and endorse candidates with that money. So, I signed a piece of paper and now that money will instead to go Special Ed. kids......a much worthier cause in my opinion.
Soooo.....why do I do all the political stuff in my spare time? (which is slim to none). It makes me happy, its a change of pace, I feel like I'm making a difference....and we sure do know how to party! It is tough though, having a boyfriend who is a democrat because our views on the world are different and I'm the "single gal" at all these functions. But, I'm young, cute, smart, successful and independent so I manage to deal. I'd love to share these things with him but I think pigs will fly before that.
Wow, its really late, and I have a double-header for Freshman baseball in the morning......Chicago Forecast: Rain/snow 40 degrees. I'd pay serious dough for them to cancel tomorrow so I can get some much deserved sleep.
posted by Teacher Tori @ 5:22 AM
7 Comments
7 Comments:
Well color me happy -- a Republican teacher! You go girl! I'm proud of you for coming out of the closet on that one!
GOD HELP US ALL!
Who's going to take care of the children now?
quit whining, both of you.
Yeah!!!! Shutup all of you....except for ranting republican, she can talk :)
SECRET BLOG CONFESSIONS
I have a secret confession to make. Over the past few years I've noticed that I've been getting more and more care-free. Not care-free like them hippies, but care-free about people's feelings. I realize that this is wrong of me, but I can't stop it. I tell myself not to do it, but 5 minutes later, I do it again. I don't know how to lessen it. It seems to grow more and more as time goes on. I just wonder how much more it will grow until I am just blithely unconcerned with people's feelings and I reach insanity. I need help. Maybe a world-renowned psychologist can help me.
For example, on Saturday night I went to one of them down there clubs that hippies patronize. I'll spare the hippie rantings for another time, but after I left I called someone at around 4am in the morning when I knew they were asleep. I left that person a message that I can't repeat over the internets because of the probable barnyard contents and because I don't remember most of it. Now you'd think I'd feel guilty for waking them up and leaving them such a scatological message on their phone. But you know what, I just don't give a f*#%$! I really don't. And then again today I insulted a friend of mine on instant messenger. I basically called him dumb. Not literally, but it was implied. There was no need for me to do it either. He was being nice to me and I just did it. And while I was typing, I was thinking to myself that I better not type that, but I did it anyways. After I did it, I knew I should have felt bad for doing it, but I didn't. It's like I get more and more at ease with it the more I do it. It's almost like a drug that my body needs in other to function properly; a master of puppets. And I just don't care. I was late to work today as well, but I don't care. Well, maybe I do care and telling myself that I don't care is my way of masking it. Maybe the problem is that I do care a lot. Yes! Wait a minute! I think I got something here. Maybe I actually do I care so much that I tell myself that I don't care so that I won't be distressed by caring. I think I finally figured it out! Thanks Mr. Blog! I won't be needing that doctor anymore. Or maybe I'm just wrong and I actually don't care.
p.s. I ain't not eating them taters!
you love dem taters! Oh, and for all you reading out there, panamanianstud and holleritsme are on this poor grammar kick lately. I tried correcting them like I do my students but "them" guys keep on doing it. And it will become a habit!
Oh and Pamamanianstud- What about the children?
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