Oh, Christ, I’m tired.

The following happened today:

• School counselor dropped off a new student, halfway through class, while I was teaching, on absolutely no notice.  The new student is blind.  What is this I don’t even.  How the hell am I supposed to accommodate a blind student on no fucking notice?  What?  Are you kidding me?
• NO, really, are you kidding me?  You didn’t really just drop off a student with a major disability into my classroom with no notice, right?  Because, maybe you don’t know this, but I don’t have a large-format photocopier in my classroom.  Which means that the kid can’t do a single thing I’m doing today, not to mention that I mostly teach from the board and he can’t see the board ever, and no there aren’t any notes I can give him because you didn’t tell me he was going to be in my class.  
• Fuck.
• At least three different union issues dropped into my lap today, after an extraordinarily quiet school year.  Three in one day.
• A parent who has– and I just checked– literally never emailed me about her son apparently spent half an hour in the office during seventh hour griping about how she’s been “trying and trying and trying” to get ahold of me for help with her son’s math grades. This is manifestly untrue.  If her kid would turn in his fucking work he’d be fine.  She knows this.  That’s the answer to “how do I get his grades up,” he needs to turn his goddamn work in.
• Italics.
• Just took a closer look at the kid’s grades from last quarter and holy shit I dare her to try and make this my fault.  Bitch I will destroy you.
• Right after finally remembering to email someone to tell them that I can’t attend a meeting with them tomorrow afternoon because I already have another meeting scheduled outside of my building, I got an email from my first meeting canceling that meeting, so I got to email the first person back and cancel my cancellation.  I have literally thought to myself “dammit, remember to email so-and-so and let her know you can’t be at her meeting” a dozen times today and as soon as I do it my reason for not going falls apart.
• I am still sick.  That’s not a “thing that happened,” but I don’t care.
• Had to meet with the DC kids today to tell them that the price of their trip has gone up because sixteen of the forty-two kids who signed up for the trip didn’t actually bother to pay for the thing.  One of the sixteen is the child of the parent who was griping about me in the office; she has also complained to me that we didn’t do any fund-raisers to pay for the trip, ignoring the fact that a) her kid didn’t so much as mow a damn lawn over the summer to raise any money, that b) I applied for over forty thousand dollars in grants for the trip, which I didn’t get, and c) there is scholarship money available to her through the tour company which– wait for it– she did not apply for.  Also d) I’m not the motherfucker who signed my kid up for an eight hundred dollar field trip with no fucking clue how I was going to pay for it.  Pretty sure that was you.
• I am expecting much drama tomorrow from the DC meeting.  I can even predict which parents it will come from.
• Untold idiocy after school with a parent trying to get one of her kids brought to the office instead of riding the bus.  I can’t even describe it.  This should be a simple thing for everyone involved and instead it was a massive screamy idiotic clusterfuck.

Third quarter always sucks.  It is an iron-clad stone-cold unavoidable undeniable rule of the universe.  But holy shit is it coming on with a vengeance this year.

Fuck.