Happy Birthday to Me...

It's been a strange day, this, my 38th birthday. Good God, that looks really old. Anyway, my morning started off fairly well--got up on time, was ready for work early, no rush. Nice. Then I get to school and the first thing up is an exam for my British Lit class. One of the students happend to come up to me just before the class started and ask me a question about a worksheet that she had. At first I answered her without really thinking, then it dawned on me--the sheet she was showing me was an old copy of the exam. WHAT THE HELL? After a couple of questions, I quickly discovered that no student foul-play had occurred. What HAD occurred?

Tuesday, my sub gave the students my old copy of the exam as a freaking study sheet.

Yes, they had the first FIFTY questions from the exam to look at for two damn days and memorize--it was all matching. I could have spit nails. This meant that I had to create a new fifty questions for them super-fast. Lovely. I frantically did it while they were in the library and managed to cobble together something that they could use. Naturally there were some mistakes and I ended up kicking out one page of it mid-test. Eventually, I deduced that I had left the papers with the study sheets and she somehow thought that I hadn't gotten copies made for them. Whatever. It worked out.

The restof the day was okay---I had a dozen chatty freshmen girls at the end of the day and they nearly drove me to pull my hair out, but other than that, it was okay.

Until I realized that I'd lost my cell phone. Fuck.

Off to Wal Mart to see if I could get a new phone. They only had two models--one of which was the sucktastic one I have--and both were over $200. Uh, no fricking way. I'll keep looking and deal with the crappy phone for that kind of money.

While at Wal Mart, though, I found some cute t-shirts, so I treated myself, and I also stopped by the hair place to get a travel sized TIGI Maxxed Out hairspray. I'd seen it the other day, so I decided to get it. The problem was, there wasn't a price on it. I asked about it and he clerk said that it must have been part of a gift set. Then she noticed that the nozzle was missing, too. This was actually in my favor because she realized that they couldn't sell it, so she gave it to me. For free. Wooohoooo!

Then I went back to school to try and find my phone and I'll be damned if my alarm code didn't work. Fanfuckingtastic. I hauled ass out of the building and went home to call our school resource officer and let him know that I might have set it off. He informed me that our codes had all been modified. Well, it would have been nice if someone had told me.

So, as of right now, I sit here with highlights on my hair, watching Survivor on DVR while everyone else is asleep. No phone, but I do have free hairspray, so I suppose all is well in my world.