Saturday, October 28, 2006

yeah, and that too...

I am 94% Asshole/Bitch.
Total Asshole or Bitch!
I am one of those people that love to hear the sound of their voice. That and my lousy attitude make for a mixture as toxic next-day-mexican-dinner-ass-drip.

well, shee-yit, I knew that!

I am 28% Idiot.
Ain't Too Bright
I ain't too bright. But all those other idiots annoy the hell out of me. I may not be the brightest bulb in the bunch, but at least I know my limits.

Wednesday, October 18, 2006

What would YOU do?

Um….



This is a poem one of my kids wrote. It’s an up-down poem. Um…



See, he asked me if it was okay. How am I supposed to say it isn’t, because I’d be, um…



Joyful Josh

Occasionally

Slaps his

Hummingbird.



I mean, COME ON!

Friday, October 13, 2006

The kids win...

So, two days ago, I was pissed and hurt at the small minded, pathetic people I work with. And--let me be clear, it's only a few asswipes that are awful, most of the people I work with are pretty darn cool, but there are a few...

But, then, yesterday, well, I was reminded why I'm a teacher. And I have to say, these kids...man, they are just awesome. Really. Their honsesty is heartbreaking and overwhelming.

You know, the other day, before all this stupid stupid crap started, I was walking down the hall. It was my prep period, and I wasn't walking Daisy, I was just on my way to the office to check my mail or something, but anyway, here I was, walking down the hall. I look into one room, and a teacher is reading to her students. The kids are enthralled. They are listening, and hooked. And then, I look into another room, and the kids are all working together, in groups on projects, and then another and they are all reading. And in each of these rooms, an adult is there, giving. Giving. That's what we do, and the kids, they need it. They want it. They are leanring. It is cool. My job is cool.

And if a few small-minded dorks want to be overly concerned about what I do on my 55 minutes, between 9:25 and 10:20, fine. They are losers. The kids...they're the winners.

Tuesday, October 10, 2006

Oh, you and your small, small life...part 2

Really? REALLY? You are telling me that one of the things that is on your list today is to complain about me? ME? And the fact that I walk my dog on my prep period. That (THAT? Really? THAT?) is something that bothers you? Oh, my. You really are pathetic. I mean, me walking my dog bothers you? And...why is that? I really can't figure it out.

SO, is it because you are fat? Or...is it because YOU don't ever exercise, and so you don't want anybody else to? I mean, I'm sorry, I'm just really struggling here. I can't figure out WHAT THE BIG DEAL is. See...other people leave on their prep period. They get coffee, they go to Burgerville or Muchas Gracias, they even go to the DMV. And that is all okay, right? So, now, me? I want to walk my freakin' dog, and you are going to have a problem with it? What the hell?

Okay. Fine. You freakin' win. I'll walk my freakin' dog on my freakin' duty free thirtyfuckinminute lunch hour. There. You freakin' happy, you small lifed loser? Seriously. I mean? What is the point here? It doesn't matter to do the dog if she walks at 10 or 11. It doesn't matter to me, either. She's still getting walked, and you're still fat.

But see...this is where I get confused. I thought we were teachers. I thought we were here for the kids...and that was the point. I thought, wrongly...it seems, that if I stayed here utnil six at night and planned a lot and worked longer, and actually worked toward my goal of being the best teacher I can be (which is truly my geeky, nerdy goal this year) that taking a twenty minute walk with my dog wouldn't really matter. How could I have thought that? Clearly, I'm an idiot.