I was late to my first fucking class of the quarter.

I got pulled over by a cop who was, um, 22?  I tried to not just lose it on him when he pulled me over.

He knew my address, even asked me if I still use Major Insurance Company for insurance.

I am 16 days expired on my plates.  I mailed in the registration renewal, but obviously, I did this at the last minute.  This adorable/asshole knew all of that.  I did not have the new stickers on my license plates because I HAVEN'T GOTTEN THEM YET!

What pisses me off about this is that the cop knew all of this and yet pulled me over JUST BECAUSE MY LICENSE PLATE STICKERS WERE WRONG.

I got a warning.

And I was late to my first class of the quarter. Hooping.

So I was stressed when I got there 10 minutes late.

I had a whole playlist for my first class (covering hoop tubing with tape) I didn't get through because I was late and I was so freaking out when I got there.

I could never be a teacher for real.  Every class is so different personality wise.  Some quarters are flexible and cool.  Tonight?  Not at all.  Fuck.  "Is this all we're doing?!" asked one student tonight when she realized that we were just making hoops and starting waist hooping.  "Um.  Yeah," I said as I tried to help 4 people with sparkle tape that I warned them was difficult to use.

Shit.

So we're Facebook Friends, but are we Spotify Friends?  Because my playlist tonight was inspired by Bruce's cover of "We Shall Overcome" which spawned my rememberance of Sonic Youth's "Superstar," which may be the best version ever (well, it is).  Anyway.  I have good music taste.

My playlist was "covers" as we "covered" tubing with tape.