0 comments on my sanity Listening to: NOISE. MAKE IT STOP MAKE IT STOP.
Mood: Simmering
 Hmmm... Tastes like Chicken.Am I chicken? Am I a frog? Am I human? All unfamiliar meats taste like chicken, and that's what I am, an unfamiliar meat. What Flavour Are You? |
Bristling with stress right now, gonna kill the bloody noisy little bastards, and I am also panicking because I now apparently seem to be the only teacher who has given The Granddaughter a B (for "making progress" which in itself is a lie... she's not making progress at all. She is stationary on the "completely unable to do anything" spot.) on her report for science. All the other teachers lied/wussed out and gave her As ("meets the standard") and thus my lone B rather stands out. Shit.
I have about a billion books to last-minute check and give out, and a classroom to clean and on top of it all I have to do this bloody play and there's no costumes and it's all going to hell and AAAAAAAAAARGH.
Need to go running.
March 20, 2007 at 12:28 p.m.