I'm feeling guilty.
My husband is out of town. And I got lonely. So I folded to temptation.
I downed a Code Red Mountain Dew.
Which gave me a buzz.
Enough of a buzz that I stayed up into the wee hours of the morning partying like a rock star with my students.
Well, technically I didn't actually party with them, per say. I mean, they weren't actually with me. But they were virtually with me. And we virtually partied like rock stars.
Virutally partying like a rock star with my students is trippy as helk. I mean Times New Roman size 12 font can seriously mess with your mind at 2 a.m. when it's treading Code Red.
Good times, no doubt!
For starters they were all totally wasted! Well at least their words were totally wasted and their thoughts were totally unfinished. Sometimes they couldn't even complete a sentence. It was a stinkin' laugh-a-thon.
The party got pretty wild and crazy--I wish you had been here to see their participles dangling and their commas splicing. Their subjects and verbs couldn't agree on anything and they kept misplacing their modifiers. UBER entertaining.
My pen ranneth over with enthusiasm.
On the outside I was laughing at them like a responsible adult, but on the inside I was crying over them like a little girl.
Why? Because it was a farewell party--my last-ditch effort to help this batch of rock stars find their prodigal modifiers and reunite their long lost subjects and verbs.
They will only be mine for one more week, peeps!
One more week!
One more week is the loneliest number in the whole wide world (besides one more night).
And I haven't even told you which one is my favorite yet. I pinky promised I would and then I didn't. Instead I ran off to Kona and acted like my mom was more important than my students.
I took them for granted. And I broke a pinky promise. And now I'll be cursed forever to eternal damnation.
Oh peeps! I'm not ready to give my students back yet. (And I'm not ready to be cursed forever to eternal damnation.)
(Is it possible to barter with the universe?)
Allow me a moment to grab another Code Red (and make another pinky promise).
I, Crash Test Dummy, do hereby swear on my office mate that if I break another pinky promise to show you my favorite student, I will accept my eternal damnation without any ire.
Is anyone here a notary public?