The only acceptable answer

My life has been officially taken over by high school math. I really like the school I work at and my cooperating teacher is amazing. She is teaching me a new language, Teenagese. For example, she introduces me as, "Carrie, my student teacher, who is the bomb-diggity." I finally said to her, "You know, I don't even know what that means." I'm learning. However, I can't believe someone is letting me teach high school math. Not only that, but the working full time and being in over my head in lessons plans is running my life. Every question I get asked has only one answer: Because I'm a student teacher right now. In fact, here is a list of questions that can be answered with because I'm student teaching:

Why do I come home and stare out the window in a trance for an hour after school?

Why would anyone normal actually choose to leave the house at 7:15 am when the temperature is 3 degrees?

Why have you lost 5 lbs this month?

Why don't you know what's going on with your kids?

Why have you been wearing the same underwear for 3 days? (joke)

Why can't you stop listening to Mumford and Sons?

It doesn't help that the weather here is AWFUL and everyone I know has doubled their dose of Prozac.

Next time I blog, I will be in a better mood. I promise.