If you want me back, you're gunna have to ask
What happened today? Confession corner of course at lunch...then Mike Tremblent drew a penis etc on Microsoft Paint. Pretty good actually. You can tell he watches a lot of porn...it was very detailed. Bravo.
I yelled at a grade 10 today. I had to go into another classroom to use a computer for Comm. Tech. There was no teacher, and this very young, very white boy was taunting this grade 13 from across the room. His other two cronies peeled themselves away from internet car pictures to root their brave companion on. That's right, you taunt that older boy.
Bennies has a ghetto. It's in room 108.
The boy didn't shut up! He was so tough and so proud. Really, he was glowing. REALLY.
So me being me, i went into my S.S. mode. Between swearing (profusely-which i regret now that i think about it) i told him that i was stuck in his classroom for a day, and needed to do my work for my university level class and if he didn't shut up...threats, etc.
That kid didn't talk for the rest of class.
In a way, i feel bad. But on the other hand...that kid thought he was so high and mighty on his potty throne (potty= a stab at his age). I think my rant tipped him off of it quite well.
At the end of the day, i think it hurt me more. The kid will probably just wave it off and get back to his conversations of masturbation and souped-up cars. Me, on the other hand, am still replaying it in my mind. I must admit. I am ashamed.
What has Stephany learned from this experience? Anger is useless, hurtful and is as fleeting as it is spontaneous.
I'm just pissed off that it hurt me more.
I yelled at a grade 10 today. I had to go into another classroom to use a computer for Comm. Tech. There was no teacher, and this very young, very white boy was taunting this grade 13 from across the room. His other two cronies peeled themselves away from internet car pictures to root their brave companion on. That's right, you taunt that older boy.
Bennies has a ghetto. It's in room 108.
The boy didn't shut up! He was so tough and so proud. Really, he was glowing. REALLY.
So me being me, i went into my S.S. mode. Between swearing (profusely-which i regret now that i think about it) i told him that i was stuck in his classroom for a day, and needed to do my work for my university level class and if he didn't shut up...threats, etc.
That kid didn't talk for the rest of class.
In a way, i feel bad. But on the other hand...that kid thought he was so high and mighty on his potty throne (potty= a stab at his age). I think my rant tipped him off of it quite well.
At the end of the day, i think it hurt me more. The kid will probably just wave it off and get back to his conversations of masturbation and souped-up cars. Me, on the other hand, am still replaying it in my mind. I must admit. I am ashamed.
What has Stephany learned from this experience? Anger is useless, hurtful and is as fleeting as it is spontaneous.
I'm just pissed off that it hurt me more.