"I'll put out an APB...to Frederick's of Hollywood."
I'm working my way through an upper respiratory infection...which worked its way into my ears...and having a surprisingly tough time both kicking it and getting myself out of a stupid funk. I feel amazingly inept as a teacher. Today was sort of a bloodbath, and while I both maintained control and managed to make the classes vaguely worthwhile, my plans (poorly conceived as they were) just fell to pieces. Of course, I have a crappy substitute to blame for much of the chaos; I would have been able to do what I had planned if this guy had actually told my kids what to do last week instead of sitting at my desk reading a newspaper the whole time. Then again, I also nearly lost control of one of my lower level classes because I was just tired and annoyed; I kept it together, which I am pretty proud of, but only barely. These kids might not know how to read and write that well, but goddamn have they learned to compensate by being impossibly difficult when they want to be. I am going to take some NyQuil even though I am nowhere near done correcting what I should tonight. I am totally working for my evenings and weekends.