I stayed on the city streets, skirting the outskirts on my way home. If I took the highway, I would be more cranky, sitting in a traffic jam with hundreds of others, all inconsiderate and cutting in front because their destination and time are so much more important than my own. Sigh. It happens more in the summer. People get more aggressive; either that or I just notice it more.
During the summer in Oklahoma I either head north for a couple of weeks and find a place to hang out that is both cool and near water, or I simply dig in and wait out the heat inside an air conditioned house/car/office/world because I cannot take the heat. It is depressing, like seasonal affective disorder in the summertime. Too much sun; too much heat. Not enough snow. Last year we had 63 days in a row of over 100 degree temperatures. Everything not inside died. This year I planted cucumbers, basil, and a ton of other decorative plants under the porch awning where they are more or less protected from the sun. As long as they are watered every day, they should live. Should. Except that (as my friend Laura says) it's like a pizza oven out there. We only had one day where it snowed and I felt more alive than usual.
The heat makes people a little crazy too. In the years that I have made my cell phone number public, I have never had a crank caller. I have never had hang ups and I have never had anyone sell my number to a telemarketer. Only this week has anything strange happened. I got a text from an Oklahoma City cell phone number. It said "Can you Send meme pics of your schnou" with no regard for basic grammar. I'm not sure, but I suspect that it is from one of my students. Yes, I just berated someone's grammar before their poor choices.
I have been directly approached by college students and former college students for anything from sex to romance. There is this rule that every educator knows and every educator follows or they are taking advantage of the power they have over that student, either by their grade or by the regard with which the student holds them. Generally speaking, you're a low-down dirty dog sun of a beeswax if you have sex with your students. You just are. Think of Mary Kay Latourneau, John from Oleanna, and any number of other scandalous rotten teachers. And that's just the female ones. I have seen my share of both female and male professors in relationships with students. There is a sense of decorum in waiting until after grades are turned in but not everyone who begins a romantic entanglement with a student has the ethical fortitude to do so. Me? I have to watch my own reaction to such activities. My fingers itch for a stick. My advice to all teachers everywhere is this: Don't f**k your students.
In no way am I interested in sending pictures of my schnou, nose, the crack of my butt or the crack of my cat's butt across the interwebs for the personal or public entertainment of another without payment. I didn't respond. It's not that I don't have anything to say to the request. I'd like to respond with "May I have your credit card information?" or perhaps "You are obviously in need of some higher education. May I direct you to my English class instead?" or the classic "What the hell is wrong with you?", because this really is horrifying. Then I wondered if I could look up some strange medical disease dictionary and forward those. Yes, I have a mean streak and do not like to be messed with. Must be the heat. I settled on ignoring it. If the person texts again, I will track them down and call their mom, girlfriend, wife, or clergy member and embarrass them.
|This one is free, but the arm, leg, and schnou will cost ya!|
It's that hot.