Reason #53 why I will not become a real-life high school teacher:
I HATE writing tests. Grrr. I'm having a horrible time calculating what will be too difficult for the class (spread: 9th - 12th grades), and I'm running out of "fill in the blanks" that are leading, but not TOO leading. They all tanked on midterm grades, and I was then merciful - so I don't want to be particularly merciful on this major test, but I still want to be NICE. *headdesk*
In other news, I chaperoned the Homecoming Dance Saturday night - and this time, not only did I not manage to find a real date for myself, the friend I tagged to come along at the last minute (he has most emphatically stated that he does NOT want to "date" me) bonded with the vocal teacher and ended up with her phone number. Granted, letting the two of them meet was at least sort of the point, but still... sigh. Someday I'll have a real date to the Prom - all these run-ins with high school dances tell me it is fated to be so!
Also, you'll never see another dance where 1) they play Broadway showtunes as a regular feature, and 2) "You Can't Stop the Beat" from Hairspray has every single person in the place out on the floor, dancing madly and belting out the lyrics (including my non-date). Good times.
Back to work - Damn those crazy Romans, anyway.
In other news, I chaperoned the Homecoming Dance Saturday night - and this time, not only did I not manage to find a real date for myself, the friend I tagged to come along at the last minute (he has most emphatically stated that he does NOT want to "date" me) bonded with the vocal teacher and ended up with her phone number. Granted, letting the two of them meet was at least sort of the point, but still... sigh. Someday I'll have a real date to the Prom - all these run-ins with high school dances tell me it is fated to be so!
Also, you'll never see another dance where 1) they play Broadway showtunes as a regular feature, and 2) "You Can't Stop the Beat" from Hairspray has every single person in the place out on the floor, dancing madly and belting out the lyrics (including my non-date). Good times.
Back to work - Damn those crazy Romans, anyway.