the days are long and the nights are too short

as annie and i discussed, venting about work really helps. so i am going to write a short essay summarizing the course of my average work day:

755am: arrive. check in the main office, sign the same substitute roll sheet, get my ISIS password, keys. check my box (yes i have my own box). 95% the box is full of stuff that is not relevant to me. grab a free LA Times and head to my no-homeroom classroom.

811am, period 1: period 1, aka The Grumpy Gangsters, featuring the students Lazy, Defiant, Ugly Mouth, Bad Mouth and SuperUgly. even at 811 in the morning, these kids still manage to spit some of the worst attitude youve ever heard. and they're only 12. and there's only 5 of them. and they are just like i call them-- they are grumpy, because they hate my class and school in general (and make it very known), and act like gangsters (talking in slang, slurring, lots of "oh mah GAWD," "*psssch*" and limp walking, sometimes stomping). lots of talking back. the kids in these class are notorious for being problem children.

911, period 2: these kids are a total 180 from period 1. they are angels. all girls, one of them named sunshine. dying to impress. if every student were like them, mre teachers would be in schools.

1010-130am: MY BREAK

1138-1213am, period 4: these kids are always really dirty. two tomboy girls and a boy who mumbles ALL THE TIME. at least they do their work, and are sorta smart, but their jokes are so not funny. it's usually cake.

1213-1250: LUNCH BREAK, or naptime for me.

1253-150pm, period 5: four rowdy boys. they are always sweaty and hyper. at least they are not gangster though, theyre pretty naive. i give them legos for the day if i don't want them to bother me. just medicate, medicate, medicate the soul.

153-251pm, period 6: these kids get detention all the time. they are really sweet but they just don't listen. i have a really dumb girl in this class. i mean, she is so dumb, she has no idea. she knows how to beat up on kids though and start gossip. i made her cry yesterday because i gave her detention for pouring glue on another student.

then i go home.

now that i've written all this stuff about work i dont want to talk about it anymore.

talk to you later.