Me, and my Terrible, Horrible, No good Very Bad Day...

Unfortunately, today was NOT better. I did catch up some on my paperwork, but...
Tomorrow is "Olympic Day" at school. We have known about this for a few weeks, but as of this morning...scratch that...LUNCH today, we still did not have a schedule. I talked to one of the teachers on the planning committee about getting the schedules earlier next year, as in the 6-8th grade, we are departmentalized, and changing our schedules, especially before testing, needs a few days. She snapped back at me telling me I should be on the committee then. So later, I talked to the Jr. High Special Ed teacher who is also on the committee, and he admitted to me that they were given an "out" to cancel the whole thing, and the other two on the committee (a Kindy and a 4-6th grade spec. ed teacher) fought to keep it. He understands my concerns, though. Anyway, I got the schedule AFTER SCHOOL. GRRRRRRRRRRRR

I have this student in my 3rd, 5th and 6th period classes. Math, PE, and study hall. She's fine during Math, does what she "wants" within reason during PE (refuses to run, but walks the laps). Then there's study hall. She refuses to be quiet, she eggs everyone on, and just doesn't care. I've had it above my head with her and her behavior. She doesn't care. Today, I lost it with her...after her telling me she didn't want to do something, she wanted soemthing else, I flatly, stooped to her level, and said, "This isn't McDonald's...you can't have it YOUR way." I could have killed myself (figuratively) for saying it, but I was so very angry at that point. I've spoken to another teacher to take her for the next three days which will help. I went to the VP's office, and told her what I did. I figured, if the parent is going to call and complain, I better let her know first. She wasn't thrilled by her facial expression, but was appreciative that I "confessed" first. by the time I got to the office, with all the other stresses sitting on me, I was shaking. By the time I left, I was so ready to cry. I just don't think I can handle much more. I'm just ready to explode. I got back to my classroom and had, for me, a monster anxiety attack (thank goodness for xanax). Hours later, my heart is still racing.