To quote Garfield, I hate Monday...
... and here's why:
That really nice kid I teach, the one who was hit by a bus? He died last night after nearly a week in a coma.
Social Services keep after me about the girls in my form and their peodophilia case, but the girls themselves are more interested in knock-down-drag-out fights in the corridor than proescuting their 'honeys'.
Two horrible boys in my form got hold of my recycling box, shredded it in front of me and tossed the remains out of the window, all the while chanting, "You can't touch us, or we'll report you for molestation!" They then, between them, stole my brand new board marker, snapped a mini whiteboard and threw the shards at my lovely Year 7s, tried to push the television off its desk and threw paper planes at my head, still chanting like maniacal labrats on caffeine.
A new boy has been transferred into one of my classes. He keeps shitting himself in a power trip of the kind that basically boils down to 'this is socially unacceptable and the school have let me know this, but nobody tells me what to do so *straiiiiiiiiin*'.
I'm not a celebrity, but get me out of here!
In addition, I've caught my dad's chest infection and can currently spend only 3.5 second phlegm free at any given time. Seriously, I didn't know one body could generate so much snot - I can practically build my own Yoda!
That really nice kid I teach, the one who was hit by a bus? He died last night after nearly a week in a coma.
Social Services keep after me about the girls in my form and their peodophilia case, but the girls themselves are more interested in knock-down-drag-out fights in the corridor than proescuting their 'honeys'.
Two horrible boys in my form got hold of my recycling box, shredded it in front of me and tossed the remains out of the window, all the while chanting, "You can't touch us, or we'll report you for molestation!" They then, between them, stole my brand new board marker, snapped a mini whiteboard and threw the shards at my lovely Year 7s, tried to push the television off its desk and threw paper planes at my head, still chanting like maniacal labrats on caffeine.
A new boy has been transferred into one of my classes. He keeps shitting himself in a power trip of the kind that basically boils down to 'this is socially unacceptable and the school have let me know this, but nobody tells me what to do so *straiiiiiiiiin*'.
I'm not a celebrity, but get me out of here!
In addition, I've caught my dad's chest infection and can currently spend only 3.5 second phlegm free at any given time. Seriously, I didn't know one body could generate so much snot - I can practically build my own Yoda!