june 19, 2003.

Just had one of those livid moments when no response seems appropriate. I was walking during the hall during exams, listening to the carrying, uninflected voice of a former student discussing her personal business in the loudest possible register. When I shushed her, she muttered something to her companions, who giggled.

"I'm sorry, I missed that [Idiot Girl]," I responded lightly.

She muttered something else under her breath and I kept walking. I felt that hot, impotent feeling one gets when one walks away from a fight. Realistically, though, my options were limited. And she has failed my course in the past - I'm sure that in her pea-brain there was some legitimate protest there.

Still, it makes me wish that I could fail her again. So far I have 19 teenaged silhouettes on my hull - I'd love to get an even 20.

A FABULOUS package arrived yesterday whilst I was marking exams in my pjs. At first I was excited/terrified that the box contained Harry Potter & the Order of the Phoenix (a.k.a. The Complete Lack of Work I Will Accomplish From This Moment Forward). As I still had over 20 exams to mark at that point, I was more than relieved to discover that it was a care package from my Wish List. I am now the proud owner of 2 Miffy books, the Goodnight Moon tape with Susan Sarandon & the entire third season of BtVS on DVD. Eeee!

And it's all thanks to the man who tore me a new plot hole not so long ago: Paris de Carnage!

I'm suddenly glad I got sad and not retallatory last weekend. Much gratitude & love to you, Poet, for honesty as well as swag.

Booty Call: Day 104 - Early toenail development.