OMG!!!!! My head is spinning like mad! (At this point, Instinct is saying to himself "...and this is different because...?")
I don't have 70 7th graders, I have 70 DEMON SPAWN FROM HELL!!!! You'd think they were 7-year-olds instead of 7th graders! My hand is killing me from writing up students for shouting, running amok, and disrupting the 3 or 4 who are actually inclined to do their work! Every day someone (and it's a different person every time) in every single class walks into my room without pencil, paper, textbook, or reading book (all required in my class every day), and expects to be excused from work because he/she did not come to class prepared. Today, it was MY OWN SON! AR-R-R-R-R-RGH!
All that's in their otherwise-cobwebbed heads is Halloween. I AM SO SICK OF IT!!! "What are you going to be?" "Will you take your kids trick-or-treating?" (my kids are 19, 15, and 11--WAY too old for trick-or-treating, even if I were inclined to participate!) The most sickening question of all: "Are you giving us candy?"
What? Do I look suicidal to you? Hell no, I'm not giving you candy!!! Why don't I just have an Aggie Bonfire at a natural gas wellfield while I'm at it?
Thank God I will be at an in-service tomorrow. It's the 2nd of a two-parter on teaching writing, and my 6th of 7 100-mile (one-way) trips I have taken for in-service training the past 4 weeks. I like going to Victoria, but there is such thing as too much of a good thing. However, I am wondering if I will be able to keep my composure if one of the other teachers at this session shows up in full costume. PMS and "ad nauseum" are a dangerous combination!
As it is, I told the school secretary that if "they" want me to go to Victoria again this semester, there had better be a gunpowder-induced incentive!
But we got the little buggers back. We got 'em back but good! The little "angels" have to take a NCLB ("No Child Left Behind"--Pres. Bush's mandate that is supposed to be assessing the quality of instruction, but is undermining the educational process instead--elaboration would take a blog of my own, and I just don't have the time right now)-mandated national test today through Thursday. Payback's a b**ch, ain't it [evil snickering a la Muttley].
O.K., I've vented. It was either that or visit the sanity wall, and since the custodians have already been to my room, I would have had to clean up the blood. I just couldn't make myself do that, too. Thanks for your indulgence.
*...we now return to our regularly-scheduled purr-ogram...*