I Hate My Children
I hate them. I want to punch every kid in the face. I want to DIE.
I had a horrible day. Most of it happened in the last three hours. My children are horrible monsters, and they're parents should retroactively abort them...oh, wait, they already have. That's why they go to academies during their winter vacation for 18 hours a day, then study for the rest of the time. I don't want them, and I'm just the last in a long line of people who DON'T WANT THEM. Usually, that sort of sentiment would make me feel sad or guilty, but now I'm just kind of sympathizing with the fucking parents.
GOOOOODDDDDD!!! I'm so frustrated! I fucking hate this place! Die, Korea, DIE!
EDIT:
So I went out and had a few beers and talked about movies and comic books and stupid D&D stories with Brendan and Jeremy (who get along great) and then I went up to Laura's room and complained and joked and whined and laughed, and now I feel much better. Also, there's the possibility that the class might be given to someone else (pray to God) so it's not a total wash.
Besides, one of the kids, we teachers can already tell, is going to be a huge flamer. Not that I have anything against gay people, but for THIS kid, being homosexual in a country full of intolerance is well deserved. Trust me. -)
I had a horrible day. Most of it happened in the last three hours. My children are horrible monsters, and they're parents should retroactively abort them...oh, wait, they already have. That's why they go to academies during their winter vacation for 18 hours a day, then study for the rest of the time. I don't want them, and I'm just the last in a long line of people who DON'T WANT THEM. Usually, that sort of sentiment would make me feel sad or guilty, but now I'm just kind of sympathizing with the fucking parents.
GOOOOODDDDDD!!! I'm so frustrated! I fucking hate this place! Die, Korea, DIE!
EDIT:
So I went out and had a few beers and talked about movies and comic books and stupid D&D stories with Brendan and Jeremy (who get along great) and then I went up to Laura's room and complained and joked and whined and laughed, and now I feel much better. Also, there's the possibility that the class might be given to someone else (pray to God) so it's not a total wash.
Besides, one of the kids, we teachers can already tell, is going to be a huge flamer. Not that I have anything against gay people, but for THIS kid, being homosexual in a country full of intolerance is well deserved. Trust me. -)