I've had a really busy week. There's a lot to recap. So me and "A" aren't on a break anymore, although his hope that I might change my mind and suddenly become June Cleaver is like a white elephant that nobody talks about. This actually happened about two weeks ago, but I didn't post about it. I still have my head up ass though...what else is new.
We went to go see Bon Jovi last Saturday with his best friend, Vinny, and Vinny's soon-to-be fiance, Maria. Vinny I love. Marie...not so much. She's so hard to talk to and very condescending. When the boys went to get beers before the concert started she asked me about my wedding dress style and I told her it was strapless and she said, "Oh that seems like the very "in" type of dress to wear. Everybody gets strapless. I don't think I could wear something like everybody else." What. The. Fuck? Who says shit like that. My mind couldn't even process it fast enough to come up with a witty comeback. Bitch.
Bon Jovi more than made up for it. The boy is hot and he can rock out. Awesome show. Afterwards we all went out for drinks and "A"'s and Vinny's high school reunion comes up and "A" says, "I don't know if I want to take you." He goes on to explain how he wants to have fun catching up with people and doesn't want to have to babysit me. I lost it. I was so hurt. I felt that he wasn't proud of me or that he was embarrased to take me there. I held it in that night, but the next day on the way to his friends Dave and Sarah's to watch the Super Bowl, I let it out. I told him how I felt and I was very emotional. We got into a fight at first, but then he came around and saw it my way. He felt bad, he kissed my ass the rest of the day, but even now, a week later, I think about it, and I get really pissed off. I think expensive shoes are in order to cure my wounded heart
Then last night I went out with Kristy, Sylvia, and Lindsey some teacher's from school to Mirage where I met the infamous LG. I felt like the invisible woman. Not that I want swarmy guys with hardons trying to pick me up, but I don't want to feel like the only one who's not getting attention. I realize that I have a complex, but allow me to vent anyway. I think I'm pretty, but last night I felt like the ugly duckling. Kristy was beating them off with a stick, but me...I barely blipped the radar. My self-esteem was a casualty of Mirage last night.
On a more serious note, ACS is investigating the family of one of my students. The child should be in third grade, he was held over last year, but he's reading on a kindergarten level. He has no decoding skills, no retention, he's quiet, and timid. My colleague has his sister in her class, very low functioning, but talkative. Both children sleep in class. We've had several meetings with the parents, one look at the mother and it's obvious why her children are the way they are. There's definitely something wrong there. The father always smells like alcohol, which was our first red flag. The principal told us to keep our eyes open, especially in the wake of what happened to Nix Marie Brown. I didn't see anything, granted the only part of his body I can see are his hands and face and I can't ask him to lift his shirt. Apparently the aunt called the school and told the principal that the father beats both the mother and my student. I was disgusted.
How tough do you have to be to beat up on an eight year old child? I'm mad at myself that I didn't pick up on anything sooner. Sometimes I'm really sickened by this world.
