everybody hates psychics...

here's what i should've been blawging about a week and a half ago...

we are gathered here to say goodbye to two tarnished souls who left us way too early.  they were only in their sixth week of life, and to be taken away so suddenly and without warning...  we shall miss them so very much; two immensely large chasms have been chiseled into our hearts.  we can only take solace in the fact that god knows all, and that he has a purpose for everything in this world.  they are leaving us behind, but their memories will always stay with us, for when we lose the ones we love, all we have left are the memories that we shared.  those memories must sustain our burdened hearts.  they must sooth our emotional aches.  we all know that this day will eventually come to us all, but we never expect it to happen so early.  even when this day does come, we can never truly be prepared for it.  we can only take comfort in knowing that they are in a better place now, with no suffering, no pain, no torment, no harshness, no misery, no trifling, shiftless, ignorant, mean-spirited, rude, impudent, blameless, unwilling children...


luby (1985 ~ 2011)
trip (1998 ~ 2011)


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basically, this is how school works: you go for a couple months and count all the students enrolled and in class. then when you get an accurate count, you divide that by the number of teachers in the school.  the ratio has to be at a point where there are enough students to sustain each teacher.  if there are too many teachers, then some will have to go.  if there are too many students, then more teachers will be needed.  and this is called leveling.  i know, right.  it's eerily likened to leveling a building.  so all of that was to mention that my brother and sister were leveled because there aren't enough students at the new school.  they haven't been teaching long, which put them at the bottom of the totem pole, so they were on the chopping block when leveling time came around.  was i devastated?  a little, but...


i've got the eye.  i'm hesitant to put this out there, but i have a kind of psychic gift.  i see things coming from miles away sometimes.  when those two idiots told me they had been leveled, it went a little something like this:

luby: wesley, you handsome brother of mine, we've been leveled.
trip: huh?
wesley: you've been leveled?  who told you that?
luby: oh magnificent brother, the principal informed us...hold on, my phone is ringing...hello?
wesley: trip, what the hell is going on?
trip: i don't know.  all i know is i don't have a job anymore.  (a kid walks down the hall)  hey, come back here.
wesley: trip, don't clothesline...
(trip mercilessly clotheslines a random student, then kicks his body across the hall as his eyes flash green)
wesley: ...him... (sigh)
trip: hulk smash.
wesley: you're not the hulk, so stop acting like you are.  tell me about this leveling thing.
luby: okay, so i was in the principal's office...
wesley: when did you get back into the conversation?
luby: i've always been here.  anyway, when the principal came on the announcements...hold on...hello?
wesley: (rolls eyes) trip...can...you...tell...me...what's...going...on?
trip: about what?
wesley: i'm surrounded by idiots.
trip: you calling me an idiot?
(trip goes to put me in a headlock, but i catch his hand and flip him to the ground)
wesley: i don't feel like whoopin' your arse in the school today...

it was an awful conversation.  i pretty much had to get all the information from other sources.  so i found out that those two were gonna be released because there weren't enough students at the school, which meant that two other teachers in the school would have to move from their grades to replace them.  we had narrowed who was going to be moving down to two people.  the strange thing (which i was the only person to notice) was that we all knew that trip and luby were leaving.  yet, nobody knew who was going to be moving to replace them.  it was strange to me because usually, whoever was replacing them would have been informed and would already be moving their things into their new places.  i was stalking teachers like a thief in the night.  i was snooping around like a detective.  every single room in the school was fresh.  no boxes, no suitcases, no styrofoam, no nothing.  it was peculiar to me.  it was about that time when i had a sudden intake of air as my vision went into the future...

i saw the entire fourth grade team standing in the hall of a portable classroom, admiring the christmas decorations that were so haphazardly thrown all over the place.


as my vision returned back to normal, i knew that everything that could have been (and probably should have been) was not going to happen, at least not for the time being.

when you're psychic, you have to be careful about what you say because people are quick to assume that you're crazy.  i told trip's dumb ass, as well as luby, that too much time had gone by without anyone else getting any notification about having been moved to replace them.  it made no sense to me.  of course, they were all skeptical about what i was saying.  trip resorted to moping around the school, clotheslining whatever he could find, and then following that up with "i'd help you out, but i don't have a job."  meanwhile, luby's left eye (to her it would be the right eye) turned the color of fresh blood as she immediately began to worry about what was going to happen to her students.  bitch, leave them niglets alone; they'll be okay.  i didn't tell her that, though, i just thought it.

well...last nite i was at a surprise party for a friend and as we were waiting for her to get there (that's a story for another blawg; we got locked out of the party venue) i got a text from luby saying that she was going to be staying at the school after all.  it wasn't too long before i got a text from trip that said that same thing.  we ended up all talking on the phone (trip, luby, cece, and me) and i reminded them all that i foresaw this whole thing from the get go.

"you're right."

damn straight i'm right.  my hunches are never wrong.  as i've mentioned to people countless times, tupac would still be alive today if he had answered my telephone call.  next time they should all take me a little more seriously...if that's possible.

the more i think about it, the more i realize that harvey and i are the moral center of our group.  i know i've blawged about this earlier in the summer about shania and me.  every group has a moral center.  for now it seems that it's harvey and me.  when all these other crazy teachers get into these crazy shenanigans, we always manage to catch each other's eyes and shrug...because we're moral...that is why we shrug.  harvey is always leaving the school right when it's over, so that leaves me to be the only sane person at the school for most of the day.  it's a tough job, but someone's got to do it.

that someone is me,

-w