So, this happened today....

This is true.

 I did cry.

But this is more accurate:

Yup.

{I mean, "nervous breakdown" might be a little harsh for what happened... but not really...}

Basically I took the actions of said "asswipe" 

{he's really not, but it's kind of an amazing term ...}

 really personally and all the gumption I thought I had to withstand 8th graders' 

crazy antics went out the window.

{So what happened was the kid messed with a planter filled with soil and seeds I was using in my demonstration for the book we are reading called Seedfolks. I put so much heart and soul into the lesson and it felt really awful when I came into the room from supervising the halls and I saw that the soil was everywhere. I pretty much immediately started crying and I had to leave the room. The teacher across the hall had the kids fill out anonymous forms explaining what they knew.}

 I did recover, taught the lesson and finished my day by breaking up a fight and writing a "last straw" referral for a kid who might get expelled.

 {And I really liked the kid! I have gone to bat for him over and over and over...it makes me sad that he chose to get a referral.} 

What a freaking day. 

No wonder teachers drink.

Cheers.