Notes from the Road, #30: First Day of Spring

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It’s hard to believe it’s this year’s official first day of spring 2023, or Spring Equinox 2023 for those of you living in the Northern Hemisphere. In the Southern Hemisphere, it’s the first day of fall 2023, or the Fall Equinox 2023 instead. In my neck of the woods, it still felt like the dead of winter, which is pretty much the norm this time of year.

I spent my spring break sick anyway, and spent the 20th on my first day at my new job, a permanent role at an elementary school that’s somewhat close to my house.

Walking to the bus stop before 6AM in the ice cold darkness was no picnic, that’s for sure.

Neither was the prospect of having to wait outside for half an hour for someone to let me in like I had to before, since my ID didn’t work.

I’d bounce around the school entrances to kill time and stay warm, learn the layout in case I came back, and to get some extra steps in w/ my Sweatcoin.

However, this time was different. My ID card finally worked, now that I’m there permanently full-time, so I didn’t have to wait outside on a bench or a playground structure. The Victorian-era structure stood in the darkness w/ the two front lights, and the heinously bright LED street lights that gave off an equally cold glow showed the way.

I used to ride my bike around there when I went to a pool in that part of town, but that was before the pandemic, and before my life turned to super dogshit on steroids, and before something happened over there.

I haven’t been back to that pool since then. I only rode by the school a couple times, and before then, I’d been by there a couple times before. It looked different than what I vaguely remembered it to look like. I’m pretty sure there was a dome-shaped monkey bar structure, which is long gone by now.

It was the school I would’ve gone to, but we moved, and I’d have only been there for like a nanosecond in the scheme of things anyways. The kids who lived next door to us at the time went to a private school in town, but that’s the school they’d have gone to also.

Nobody else was at the school yet, save for the custodian, since I got the early bus. It’s either the early bus and be super early, or the late bus and be late. Pick your poison, I guess.

It beats having to leave the house at 5:20 AM like I had to do for a school I subbed at in a different part of town, and the walk from the bus stop was a lot longer than I expected it would be.

That’s why I never went back to that school. Well, most of the reason why. The rest of why had something to do w/ some shithead trying to lure me into his car.

Not to worry, readers, this isn’t the first time some horse dick did this to me, and it won’t be the last. It also wasn’t the first time it happened while I was on my way to a school, either.

Idk wtf gives these guys the right to do anyone like this on general principle, let alone someone who doesn’t exactly look their age. Any guy who’s that willing to harass, stalk, leer, and behave abusively toward someone else, especially someone who doesn’t look like they’re of legal age, is a boil on the buttcheeks of humanity.

Sure, like every horny geek predator on those YouTube and Rumble videos, they’ll always say it’s their first time. If that’s the case, then why’d it come this easy to them? If it’s anything like the evil bastard who spent the better part of 2 years stalking me, they know exactly what they’re doing. Otherwise, why else would they bolt when they see me get pics of them in action?


To every guy who’s done me (and any child really) like this, from the bottom of my heart, FUCK YOU, and the horses y’all rode in on. Kick rocks, pound sand, go to hell, and fuck yourselves.

I’m just glad I never have to see those jerks again. I feel sorry for anyone who has to deal w/ their stupid asses on a regular basis. I’m holding space for them.

What became my new desk is now in a mostly-empty classroom for the time being. I went down to the teachers’ lounge and found a rack of butcher paper. I wanted the green, but it was on a shelf, and it’s too heavy for me to carry over to the rack.

So, I made do w/ the white instead. This way, the colors show up better on it, and it gives me a chance to use up the colored pencils and the markers I’ve had knocking around in my stash since the former president was in office. I decided I’d bring those, along w/ a bunch of the pencils my mom had knocking around too. This way, if something happened to any of it, I won’t be super upset over it. Anyone wants any of it, they’re welcome to it.

Besides, I can always be on brand w/ my new school-issued computer instead, haha.

It’s the first of 2 teacher in-service days, and I turned off the overhead lights as daybreak approached. I watched the sun rise as I worked on assignment packets for an entire grade level. I wanted to have some country music on iHeart Radio, but I needed to get through some online training courses instead. Country music ain’t going anywhere, and it’ll be there after I get done w/ the training anyways.

Guess I now have something to look forward to, huh?

Maybe now that it’s spring, this means things are gonna get better for once? I hope so, and I hope like a mofo that I can get something lined up before the end of the school year for summer break.

Over to you, readers. Got any changes to report? How’s the change of season been for you? I’d love to hear all about your thoughts and takeaways, so drop it all like it’s hot, and let’s talk.

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