im not even sure if i spelled that right.
endorphins have been my best friend
[next to jesus]
lately.
lifting weights. adding some cardio.
releasing endorphins.
oh the sweat and the muscle aches.
will be worth every bit once i
get back into those banana
republic jeans COMFORTABLY
that beckon me from the bottom rack in
my closet….
luckily for michael….i had endorphins
left over from the hour training session
& body attack class from yesterday.
or it couldve been a “not so peachy”
day for him.

i just smiled and prayed.

the day started off like any other day.
kids entering the room.
either heading to the cafeteria for
breakfast [or "lunch" as they call it]
or starting off their morning routine.
all the students were at their
assigned table with a tray full of
numbers in front of them.
their task to tackle:
read the numeral and count out that
many chips to match. simple, right?

well apparently michael thought
that zachary had taken his chips.
and he got a little angry
(not really surprising since michael tends to hold quite a feet of anger inside)…
so he gets ready to talk to me
&& i simple remind him to “raise his hand”.
thats just my rule people.
im not their momma,
im not their maid,
im their teacher.
well apparently michael didnt take well to that.
and got a little steamed as his face turned a few
different shades before settling on a nice
spring flower pink.
he clenched his fist and proceeded to flick
a bingo chip off the table.
to which i responded with a very stern,
“pick that up”.
[those of you who really know me
understand that i dont play those games...]
he followed with another chip and i decided
to ask my other friends to join me on the carpet
for morning meeting and a song.

by this point michael decided to throw
a few more chips on the ground & then his tray.
i smiled to myself and decided to let this little
munchkin throw his tantrum and talk to him
calmly after he was finished.
apparently, though, he was not close to be finished…at all.

throwing himself on the floor like a wild animal being attacked
by a vicious posse of bees he rolled and screamed as though
he had been beaten to shreds…and at this point i would have
opted for that option.

by this time my friends and i were on the carpet singing song
number two as i watched michael in all his fury continue on his
little rampage. instead of school shootings i get temper tantrums.

my assistant walks around the room and asks him,
“do we need to call dad?”.
he responds with a LOUD and rude “NO!”.
he forgot to say “ma’am”.
at this very moment her phone vibrates and
she goes to answer it and he flips out…
runs across the room to her,
continues to yell “no” and starts hitting
the folders in her hand.

and im thinking,
“what in the world is this joker doing?”
we continue to sing and i continue to watch and wait as
michael continues to unleash his five year old fury in the room.

and as we continue on, he starts to throw my chairs.
and thats when my endorphins stopped working for a split second.
i yanked his butt into the chair.
carefully of course cause i dont wanna be held liable for anything…
and then he continues to throw another and another.
good thing the endorphins kicked in again…
i called the office.
administration came down…
he tried to escape out the back down
(like a convicted criminal apparently…maybe he watches “cops”?)
and he is taken from my room.

i smile.
the kids looked a little frazzled.

we sing another song.
address the situation.
finish the day.

and ta-da…here i am.

another day, another dollar.
you dont pay me enough to put up with this junk.
thank god for endorphins.