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Friday, March 12, 2004
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Week Sum-up: Look what the cat drug in
What a rough week.
Almost 5 days worth of double shifts, and I'm coming in the door trying to remember where I left my sanity. Oh! That's right! It's in the back pocket of the jeans that I was too damn tired to wash.
I've been having reoccuring nightmares of preschoolers poking me and trying to put play-doh in my hair. No, no, no, have you ever had play-doh in your hair?
I've worked with almost ALL women for 5 years, and man....can women bitch, or what? Women just get on my nerves. Trust me, I've tried to run screaming down the street from myself, but to no avail.
Constant drama, gossip, people just stickin' their ass where it doesn't belong.
A great deal, a vast majority, a good sum of the children I work with are the sweetest, funniest little buggers ever. The ones that ask those favorite questions like "I wonder if fish fart?" or "Donde esta me lapiz?"
Alas, I have discovered (farly quickly in my teaching career) that some children are just plain demons. That's it, PO-SESSED of the devil. The exorcist has NADA on these winners. It's funny how one would attempt to understand and calculate just what makes these little Spawns the way they are...
and then, you meet the parents.
And all of the sudden, it all hits you like a plowing trackter, and you feel your limbs go numb.
*sigh* I'm just not slick enough, or have enough tact to hold myself together from not wanting to tell these parents where they can stick it. All I say is, you, the general public, have new found respect for your teachers of today. Because teaching ain't what it was...and most of the time, we're raising other people's children.
Oooooooooook, on a much lighter note, I deserve a frappacino dammit. With 4 shots of Crued Oil and topped with ground up sleeping pills.
Yum.
I'll need it for my website itinerary tonight.
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