my days are like that. point, click, repeat. tell kid to stop surfing myspace ( which is quickly becoming the bane of my TAing existance), go to school, get confused, go home, kill two hours or so, go to bed.
it's mentaly exhausting, and about as fun as dried peas, because it is a low-down, dirty grind. i hate grinds. they make me sleep deprived,
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