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The irony which is not lost on me.
Feb. 23rd, 2012 11:35 pmOn Wed. I got a traffic ticket for a very embarrassing and retarded reason.
I saw the cop on a bike (motorcycle) hiding on a side street across the way from a junior high. I actually stopped at the crosswalk to make sure no kids were there. I was so fixated on the cop that I pressed the accelerator before actually exiting the school zone so he wrote me up for doing 22 mph in a 15 mph zone. I'm fucking embarrassed about this. It's been eating at me for 24 hours. I thought it was the fines, finding a decent defensive driving class, but it's the sheer carelessness of the cause for the ticket that's been upsetting. The only thing worse would have been driving with a flask or bottle in my fist or trying to bribe my way out ( only works in Mexico) or trying something kinky and failing because the cop turned out to be a homosexual.
And the time it took to get the ticket made me late. The second bell had rung and when I got into the building the principal was right in front of me. She likes to make sure teachers are standing in the halls watching the kids. I turned around and hauled ass in the opposite direction, much to the amusement of my coworkers. And my classes were in the library so the principal didn't find a crowd gathered at my locked door.
And then there was a lock down drill. I was caught off guard and uttered "shit!" in front of my students, two of them who said that I was "gangster."
I wound up with near diarrhea after school because all of the English teachers were herded into the writing lab to "collaborate" on a test for grading writing samples for limited English proficiency students. You get two cracks and if you fail both, you have to go to a training on a weekend. Or weekday. Either way, you're inconvenienced. I passed with a perfect score but I had help.
I saw the cop on a bike (motorcycle) hiding on a side street across the way from a junior high. I actually stopped at the crosswalk to make sure no kids were there. I was so fixated on the cop that I pressed the accelerator before actually exiting the school zone so he wrote me up for doing 22 mph in a 15 mph zone. I'm fucking embarrassed about this. It's been eating at me for 24 hours. I thought it was the fines, finding a decent defensive driving class, but it's the sheer carelessness of the cause for the ticket that's been upsetting. The only thing worse would have been driving with a flask or bottle in my fist or trying to bribe my way out ( only works in Mexico) or trying something kinky and failing because the cop turned out to be a homosexual.
And the time it took to get the ticket made me late. The second bell had rung and when I got into the building the principal was right in front of me. She likes to make sure teachers are standing in the halls watching the kids. I turned around and hauled ass in the opposite direction, much to the amusement of my coworkers. And my classes were in the library so the principal didn't find a crowd gathered at my locked door.
And then there was a lock down drill. I was caught off guard and uttered "shit!" in front of my students, two of them who said that I was "gangster."
I wound up with near diarrhea after school because all of the English teachers were herded into the writing lab to "collaborate" on a test for grading writing samples for limited English proficiency students. You get two cracks and if you fail both, you have to go to a training on a weekend. Or weekday. Either way, you're inconvenienced. I passed with a perfect score but I had help.
