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i left the tortillas and the rimbaud sitting out last night - by all rights, there should be hell to pay.
no, no, no . . . things're fine. let me say this though: teaching 8th grade is fucking hard. it's like being a foster parent. you get all these terribly damaged human beings and you have to somehow teach them to read and write, despite their gaping wounds. it's a miracle anything gets done. then you also have the semi-adjusted and competent students. they're slowly becoming the people who are contemptuous of those lower on the scale than themselves. it's a dangerous minefield.
i wonder if i'll have to stay indoors for the next three to ten days because the republicans have stolen the election . . .
no, no, no . . . things're fine. let me say this though: teaching 8th grade is fucking hard. it's like being a foster parent. you get all these terribly damaged human beings and you have to somehow teach them to read and write, despite their gaping wounds. it's a miracle anything gets done. then you also have the semi-adjusted and competent students. they're slowly becoming the people who are contemptuous of those lower on the scale than themselves. it's a dangerous minefield.
i wonder if i'll have to stay indoors for the next three to ten days because the republicans have stolen the election . . .