Rebel, Rebel. How Could They Know?

My nephews love me. Max was very interested in me brushing my teeth, and I chased him and tickled him endlessly. Scamper and I just took naps on the couch and made faces and crazy voices at each other. I also laid down to play with Scamper and my shirt came up a little bit in the back. I pulled it down, as I knew Max was right there beside me. He reached over and pulled it back up and touched my lower back. I pulled my shirt back down. He did it again twice and then put his hand on my arss. Haha Boys are so different from girls, even as toddlers. It's cute. :) I kinda miss having tons of screaming, smiling babies in the house.

Ok. So I feel like everyone does this. You're sitting in class and, if you're ADHD like me, you're crossing your legs a different way every thirty seconds, tapping on your chair, biting your nails, flicking the underside of your chin, looking at the scratch on the baseboard of the classroom (I wonder how that got there), doing tongue exercise like the "clover," sticking your finger in gum underneath the desk cuz you couldn't keep your hands still. You know, just looking really interested in the material. Giving it your all... You're counting down the minutes til the time you get out--12:15 p.m. It's 12:00. It's 12:07. It's 12:10! Maybe she'll let us out early! 12:12... Nope... 12:14. GETTING EXTREMELY ANCY!

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!12:15!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

At this point, you stop paying attention. You think something along the lines of I paid for classes from 11:00 to 12:15. NOT 12:16. You close your notebook, breathe loudly as you lean as far back in your chair as you can, looking around, as if the teacher will see you and apologetically tell all of you that you can leave and not have class the following week because of her failure to keep to schedule. I mean, you could have a class like right after, you know?!... I did all of this today. I closed my notebook, bitch! Nothing you say is important anymore. Your time is up! That's all fine and good until the professor looks you dead in the eye and stops talking to the class, just staring first you down and then your rebelliously closed notebook. I stared her back down... for about one second. And then looked away, acting like I hadn't noticed that we were playing "Don't Break" after all. She won. I shrunk back and pretended to be interested in her boring lecture. I wasn't going to open up my notebook though. Oh no. I'll pretend to be interested, but I'm not writing a f*%(ing word down. Not ONE word. You know, if you want to feel special lady, I'll pay you attention, but what you say holds no importance in my lofty mind now. It's after 12:15, after all... Dang it, I should probably right that down.... Nah. Oh, God, now I HAVE to write THAT down. And so you're beat. You open up your notebook, feeling utterly defeated. You're hoping she doesn't notice, and she never really acts like she does. But you feel conquered. ...So you just write what she's saying REALLY sloppy and fast (also as loud as possible) all over the page so she knows you don't care. Nevermind the fact that you probably won't be able to read those notes when it comes time to study. You've proven your point..... Whatever it was.