Why, Middle School? Why?!

I went for a walk yesterday afternoon after I got out of work. The sun was shining, it was warm and breezy, and Mother Nature was calling my name. Little did I know, it was actually Satan himself posing as Mother Nature calling my name; as soon as I hit the road I started feeling ill. My head was pounding, I was sneezing my face off, and I was uncomfortably hot.

Either I am dreadfully out of shape or that damn Claritin is worthless. And I've been going to the gym, so don't try telling me it's the former. Also, Frisbee starts next week and I can already tell it's going to be quite amusing wheezing my hay fevered, winter-weighted self up and down the field. I'm keeping my fingers crossed that this Zyrtec that Chris brought home is going to be the magic allergy pill to get me feelin' all kinds of wonderful.

Yeah, if you can't tell? I'm kind of a mess this week.

This morning I also broke up my first fight. It wasn't really a real fight, like the kind in the teen high school movies where people get smashed into lockers and onlookers chant and cheer them on. It was more like a little Asian kid quietly punching a scrawny white kid in the back of the head behind the library stacks. I happened to be walking through and caught them, barked out orders for them to go sit outside the Assistant Principal's office, and had a little freak out as to what might have happened if I hadn't caught them. Oh yeah, and I also sent another kid down there because he was rude and disrespectful.

For real: don't mess with the NPW today, kiddos. I've had about enough. Like, enough for the rest of the school year. Which is only five weeks away. Do you think I'll make it?