Frig. What the frig day is it again? I know it's Friday and that's all I knows.
It's been five days since I wrote anything on the 'puter. A lot has happened, some of which will be filled in when I retype a bunch of stuff I wrote in my paper journal. For instance: on Monday I had a complete fucking meltdown in last period when one girl's insolence became more than I could bear. Her - pure evil is the best word for it - tainted my night and completely ruined my abilities to sleep and eat. It got better on Tuesday morning, thanks to the timely intervention of the VP...but it was very bad for awhile. Dropping out bad, actually.
The week improved somewhat. My demon class seems to have come on-side with me for once and for all: we still have problems getting through the lesson but I know that most of them are not hostile towards me. My French Immersion class (the unofficial streaming agent of the Canadian school system!) is a joy to teach: they are the fantasy class I dreamed about when I was young and naïve. My homeroom kind of sucks, and I had to keep them in at lunch on Wednesday, but at least they know now that I mean business. So, um, bleagh. It wasn't the world's greatest week, but at least I'll never have to live it again.
(You in the back! That's enough about Groundhog Day!)
I was supervised yesterday while I was teaching the dreaded homeroom class. Oddly enough, they were little angels for me while I was watched. I found that kind of weird; we've been struggling all week, and I was pretty sure that there are some actively hostile elements in the class who would love to make me suffer. I didn't warn them, bribe them or threaten them and neither did SuperTeacher...so I guess they must really want me to pass. Or at least, maybe they sensed that SuperTeacher is now firmly on my side, and she will not be pleased with those who fuck with the World's Worst Student Teacher.
That is, of course, one of the weirdest things about this whole mess - SuperTeacher's heart has grown to normal size where I'm concerned, and she is not only complimenting me in various obvious and subtle ways, but she is hugging me and smiling. When La Belle Dame Avec Merci turned in her glowing report, SuperTeacher was ecstatic on my behalf. "I feel like I've just been let out of jail!" she babbled happily as all around us the kids pretended to read novels. Somehow I have managed to impress her with my hard work. And now I've started to feel bad about all of the [redacted] negative things I said about her.
Gawd, I'm such a puppy. You can kick me and kick me and kick me, but the day you pat me on the head and let me run around the park; I'm yours.
Two more weeks and then I'm a dot, I'm a speck, I'm outta there. That pleases me.
One more good thing: Scout is graduating, found a job and is buying a new car (and giving us the family hatchback)! And...it's Friday! And I'm going to bed! And no, I don't care that it's 8 o'clock. I'm tired & I'm going to bed. Got it? Good.
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1 year ago today: I don't need indulgence; I need banter.
