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I am really upset at my school district right now. They choose two week s before the state ELA tests two tel us what we need to do, in order to pass them. They waited a month to give us prep materials.
I am upset at Texas Tech University for not teaching me how to translate opaque state standards into lesson plans. And, for not teaching me how to modify for students with learning handicaps. For not teaching my how to create a unit plan. For not teaching me how to teach grammar, composition, literature and the writing process. For not being a good university.
I am upset at myself for relaxing and catching up on sleep this weekend, instead of going into to work on a Saturday and a Sunday. For not being able to teach and do paper work at the same time. for not knowing all the answers, all the time. For not choosing a better profession. For not paying attention in math class. For not becoming a writer and joining an artists colony in the mountains.
I am upset with Anthony for not finding a better job that makes him happy. For not using a spoon rest, and forgetting to turn of the burners. For not moving in with me because he is afraid of what his family might say or do.
I am upset with Dixie Dog for not going outside when she knows she needs to. She knows, she just wants to get back at me for not giving her fancy dog food and giving her baths when she plays in the mud.
I am upset with the weather for being suck-tastic.
I am upset with the federal government for being worse than my eighth graders! Immature brats. Both parties.
I am upset with my parents for not telling me I can be whatever I want to be. And making me go to medical school.
I am upset with my land lords for letting the apartments go to hell.
I am upset with people who need me to explain why I don't eat meat. I don't, just shut-up. I don't ask you why you wear two pounds of make-up on your face, beat your kids and sleep around on you spouse! I just don't there is no profound reason...I just don't!
I am upset with myself most of all. I had such talent and skill. Why didn't I do something with it? Why didn't I develop those skills? why didn't I take art classes? Why was moving out at 17 so difficult and scary? Why is i so hard to pretend to be an adult. I hear about the kids of my co-workers who, the same age as myself, are going abroad and living a youthful life. While I am stuck teaching little brats how to write essays, predict and spell there, their and they're.
Woe is me. I still have laundry to do tonight. and, i guess I have to get to work early because the Lorenzo web- grade book is not working again. Nothing ever works at that school because it is run by a bunch of REDNECKS!
I am upset at Texas Tech University for not teaching me how to translate opaque state standards into lesson plans. And, for not teaching me how to modify for students with learning handicaps. For not teaching my how to create a unit plan. For not teaching me how to teach grammar, composition, literature and the writing process. For not being a good university.
I am upset at myself for relaxing and catching up on sleep this weekend, instead of going into to work on a Saturday and a Sunday. For not being able to teach and do paper work at the same time. for not knowing all the answers, all the time. For not choosing a better profession. For not paying attention in math class. For not becoming a writer and joining an artists colony in the mountains.
I am upset with Anthony for not finding a better job that makes him happy. For not using a spoon rest, and forgetting to turn of the burners. For not moving in with me because he is afraid of what his family might say or do.
I am upset with Dixie Dog for not going outside when she knows she needs to. She knows, she just wants to get back at me for not giving her fancy dog food and giving her baths when she plays in the mud.
I am upset with the weather for being suck-tastic.
I am upset with the federal government for being worse than my eighth graders! Immature brats. Both parties.
I am upset with my parents for not telling me I can be whatever I want to be. And making me go to medical school.
I am upset with my land lords for letting the apartments go to hell.
I am upset with people who need me to explain why I don't eat meat. I don't, just shut-up. I don't ask you why you wear two pounds of make-up on your face, beat your kids and sleep around on you spouse! I just don't there is no profound reason...I just don't!
I am upset with myself most of all. I had such talent and skill. Why didn't I do something with it? Why didn't I develop those skills? why didn't I take art classes? Why was moving out at 17 so difficult and scary? Why is i so hard to pretend to be an adult. I hear about the kids of my co-workers who, the same age as myself, are going abroad and living a youthful life. While I am stuck teaching little brats how to write essays, predict and spell there, their and they're.
Woe is me. I still have laundry to do tonight. and, i guess I have to get to work early because the Lorenzo web- grade book is not working again. Nothing ever works at that school because it is run by a bunch of REDNECKS!