Ah, this is finals week, and much less with the crazy at work. For me, at least. My students, NSM.
I'm looking forward to stepping into novels next semester!! Although I have to say, I got spoiled with Hispanic students. I may have had some kids on probation for assault and assorted violent crimes, but classroom behavior was much better. And I knew that with 99% of them, if I called a parent about being dissrespected, man...that shit did NOT play.
I haven't been what you would call slack, but it's been my first two weeks. Next semester, some kids are going to get written up and parents called if this bullshit rudeness doesn't stop tout de suite. We get different schedules, so I'm hoping some of the problem in my last hour class might work itself out a bit.
That being said, most of my kids are great -- but there's this one girl, I swear, I just want to slap her. She'll sleep through class and snap at me, but expects points for everything. And argues about it ALL, and in such a petulant, confrontational bitchy way...GRRR.
Guess what, sweetheart? Wake the fuck up, pay attention when I talk, stop being such a bitch and earn your goddamn grades. Your attitude? Been there, done that, not impressed with it.
minirant over.
She'll sleep through class and snap at me, but expects points for everything.
She sounds like one of my co-workers.
For some reason my reaction to that bracelet is Schwegmann's is gone? And then I realise I have no idea if that means anything to me or not. I may need sleep.
My mother...is the dearest woman on earth. You don't even know. Between her bad Spanish accent and her broken French, and her recipes that include things like "buy twice as much ginger as you're going to use and then save the rest for when you have a stomachache" I'm just filled with the Mamita love right now.
I knew I forgot something!!
Happy birthday, Typo!!
Mmmm, warm brownies with whipped cream. I am suddenly much more in charity with the world.
I don't know what to make for dinner. Tacos, maybe, or black bean and squash chili, but that seems like a lot of work for how tired I am. I'd make larb, but I won't have fresh basil until my groceries arrive.
Got the official word on my salary for next year. So that was nice.
I should not have got into bed with my laptop, you guys. I'm not sure how to get myself into the kitchen where the food is.
I have sorrel going in the crockpot. I can't wait until the apartment is suffused with the smell.
This may be the test batch, and then I'll make another one for bon on the weekend. And she damned well better like it. Or...or I'll just drink the whole thing. That'll show her.
My mother is love, seriously. I mean, except for the part where she's as scary as fuck.
JESSE. You called me out on the tumblr. That's not nice. Strangers could be watching. They don't need to think ill of me.
