Yikes, one week without posting. Between NBA finals, world cup soccer, end of the year finals, a trip to the Griffith observatory, enrolling at SMC, looking for a job, and napping…how’s a dude supposed to tumbl?
So, what’s on my mind this Monday morning? Outs.
Outs, as in poker outs — unseen cards that will complete or improve your hand to make it the winning hand. There are many times I’m chasing a card and just happen to hit the right out on the river. There are numerous time that river card shuts me down.
And now I’m wondering what my next out in life is. What card needs to be dealt so that I don’t have to hear:
“Mr. Doan, can I use the bathroom?”
“Mr. Doan, can I do extra work to bring up my grade?”
“Mr. Doan.”
“Mr. Doan.”
“Mr. Doan.”
SHUT UP NOW!!!!!! There’s a strong correlation between teaching low level math classes and annoying high maintenance kids. I’m hoping that my next out is teaching another year of crappy students and then getting a good teaching assignment.
Or I could just go big, get a thoroughbred, and say F.U. to his whole teaching thing.
That would be one helluva river card.
