I was so angry!
A few minutes later, the elivator door opens and just as I was getting inside, I noticed that there were desks piled on top of each other, preventing me from getting inside.
"He is so getting a referral," I said out load.
Just as I was pushing desks aside, two other students got inside with me. As I pushed the button, the elivator started going up, but then got stuck.
I began to worry. I asked one of the students to call for help while I tried to use my cell phone and tell the people at the meeting that I would be late and stuck in an elivator. But my phone didn't work.
"They will get here in an hour," she said as she chatted away with the other students.
I was fearful and in a panic. I was supposed to be in that meeting, but being stuck prevented me from getting there.
Being stuck felt like being there for ever, I started using the elevator doors as blackboards and started asking the students if they had any last minute questions about the STAAR.
"No," the girls said.
"Are you sure? I can teach you about denotation and connotation and contex clues and expository essays!"
They looked at me weird and continued to play.
Just as I was about to have a nervous breakdown, I woke up. I had my certification exam book open and a pen on my hand.
I really need to relax.
Today started off like this:
Then
Then went to HEB to pick up dinner, and in the meantime got me some lunch from the deli. Spicy hot wings.
Dinner is a piece of meat with this:
Oh, and if you are wondering if I made it out of the elevator in my dream? Why yes, yes I did. Is that foreshadowing that things will be ok?




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