So, it’s the weekend and I am less stressed than I was earlier in the week. I feel – better. (;
Thank you to everyone who commented or emailed me. It is really appreciated.
The internets <3's me! Wow. (; Neat. (= The semester is over. Exams start Monday. I am less stressed because it’s all over. I get new students on the 23rd. Well, some new students. I’ll have some that I’ve already had, but the classes will be different and I need that. I need a different mix of students. The current mix was making me absolutely bonkers. I was just – tired of it. Tired of all the crap. Yes, I’ll get new crap, but – at least it’ll be different crap, right? Right. I’m in dire need of different. The same old every day was making me want to strangle some students. They don’t look too kindly on teachers who strangle students. The media would crucify me. That’s because they’ve never been in the classroom and had to deal with some of this. Anyone who’s actually had to deal with teenagers every day, all day understands the desire to strangle. (; Yes, they are teenagers. Yes, I know they are self absorbed. But, at the very least, could they actually show me some respect instead of thinking I’m one of their friends they can argue with to get what they want? Hello? I’m an adult. You don’t get to talk to me like that. I’m sorry, no. There’s the door, get out. Come back when your mama done taught you some manners. And sometimes… what you need… is a primal scream. At work. Yes, I totally did that. It was awesome. Utterly awesome. Scared a student. And I didn’t care. I felt better. Oh, and to the mom who tells the school what her kid gets to do? Have fun with that when he’s forty. Enjoy telling his job what he gets to do. Enjoy the laughter you hear when you try. I wish I could be there when it happens. I <3 you, internets! *muah* !