One More Fucking Day of This

Not much intellectual or literary going on in my head today . . . in fact, the only thought that is occupying my brain is that I only have to wake up and teach one more day, and then it's Spring Break-- better late than never but I need a break from school . . . especially since my room smelled like sour vomit this morning-- the foul reek was so disgusting that I called a security guard and he called the head custodian-- but it turns out it was just the smell of new mulch, which had seeped into the room from the courtyard and the acrid mulch smell mixed with the carpet mildew and accumulated BO and created an awful stench-- yuck-- which was impossible to air out and then to celebrate the end of the third quarter with my seniors, I confiscated my first cell phone today . . . a senior boy brazenly playing some video game while another student was presenting (which always makes me angrier than if they're trying to sneak some cell phone usage while I'm talking-- because I'm a professional and expect it and just tell them to put it in the calc pal or on my desk . . . but when a student is presenting . . . unconscionable) but on a positive note, I finally got some new blinds! . . . which operate with a button and seem like they might hold up, but despite the new blinds, we could still see the angry robin that lives in the courtyard and apparently can't find a mate so he fights his own reflection in the window right by my desk, pecking the glass and creating a general disturbance when the students are trying their best to learn (or play video games on their cell phones).