Luck of the Ireeeesh

This is my favorite time of my day. The time when I have an hour or two in between classes and so I get to find a cozy little Starbucks and slowly sip on Latte and reflect on the mornings events. I can sit and think (judge) everything I have encountered thus far in my day, and it’s only 11:00 a.m. Have you ever tried to give a presentation to thirty teenagers who are all talking and could absolutely care less to a word you are saying? It might be on of the most frustrating/hardest things I have ever done. I never knew how awful it is to try to speak over thirty other people without completely flipping my lid and just freaking the F out. I can’t help but think this is my karma for something? But I wasn’t ever the student that always talked when I wasn’t supposed to… I don’t think so, anyway. If I could go back to high school, and more so college, I would be the students who actively participated in every convo. I would sit in the front row and nod my head, and smile to the teacher and let them I was paying attention, and I would also laugh at their jokes more. I feel bad for how often I was on my phone every second of class. Yesterday I almost pulled my Chefs knife on a boy who was sitting right in front of me and appeared to be playing sort of fishing game on his phone. Hell, I don’t know what he was doing, but about every ten seconds he would make a motion with his phone that appeared as if he were casting. Finally I couldn’t take it, I just stopped and said,
“Seriously, what in the heck are you doing?”
He didn’t realize I was talking to him, and everyone just kinda stopped and starred.
“Yes, I am talking to you. Are you fishing with your phone, or is that a weird tick you have?”
Eek, as soon as I said tick I wish I could have taken it back, what if he really did?
“Oh, uh, no. Sorry.”
And then he put the phone away. And then the teacher caught on and took his phone away. Yes, I had become that person, that person who causes kids to get their possessions taken by the teacher until the end of the day. Who am I becoming?
Today on the news I heard that one of the world’s smallest people died yesterday. The man was a teeny tiny guy from China. Sad, I thought. But then it hit me. Today is St. Patrick’s Day. So you’re telling me a little midget man just happened to pass away a mere day before this holiday, really? This has cover up written all over it. It is all just a little too coincidental if you ask me. Granted, he wasn’t Irish, but with all the equal employer laws these days I am sure the title of Leprechaun is no longer limited to only the Irish.