On Scents and Massages

So I got a perfume today. From one of the kids. One of the naughtiest kids, mind you. Along with letter that is signed by his name and supposedly from him, but in reality written by his mom. He was more of a delivery man.

I wish they didn't though, I'm not sure how I'm supposed to handle this. Am I even supposed to accept it? The only thing is, it's really almost the end of the year. I'm convincing myself its just a "thank you for putting up with my son" gesture and nothing more. I sure hope they are not fostering the misguided notion that this will in anyway affect the frequency of his visits to the time-out area whenever he deserves it. Or God forbit make me feel guilty about it.

Besides, I don't do perfumes. I can't stand strong scents. It has to be a very gentle- hardly detectable- floral or musky scent for me to even agree to come near it (yes kholoud, and you thought it couldn't get worse than no makeup and no heels! oh but it can and it does!). I prolly should put a sign somewhere saying: "Flowers and chocolates welcomed". Now had he showed up with a bouquet of flowers or little bits of chocolaty bliss, then things would've been quiiiite different. Come to think of it, it's good that he hasn't. A teacher can only be conscientious until flowers and chocolate enter the picture. Hey I'm human okay?

Man my neck and shoulders are tensed beyond belief. It started a while back and only seems to be getting worse. They are continuously aching. I keep picturing those seats in the center of Amsterdam Airport where you can get a quick neck massage before you catch your next flight. Ah what I wouldn't give to have one of those girls suddenly materialize in my classroom and fix my neck. I know, you're thinking well go do just that. No not go to Amsterdam. Get a neck massage somewhere. In theory, that's doable. But I think I've already established that I'm not big on pampering myself. I mean, I can imagine it and think "sweeeet", but would never actually do anything about it. I just can't be bothered. So unless they miraculously appear out of thin air, I'll be whining about my neck and shoulders for quite some time.

Meh.
Maybe I'll spill on a generous amount of perfume, that'll numb the pain. Only because I'd have passed out almost instantaneously.