So remember last week, where two days in a row I had “man, today was a long week” posts?
I wrote up eight kids today– at least one in each class except for first and fifth hour, including four in sixth hour, and let’s be real, the only reason I didn’t write anyone up in fifth is because my chief shithead had gotten suspended earlier in the day– and in between fourth and fifth hour I broke up a literal fucking stampede of probably a hundred adolescent assholes by shouting “Get your asses back to class” so loudly that I think I damaged a vocal cord.
I wonder if that counts as a workplace injury?
It was not a good day, and if tomorrow is remotely as shitty as today was, there is a very real chance that I’m not showing up for work on Friday. I have four more days of teaching between now and Fall Break. Unfortunately, I also have twelve hours of parent/teacher conferences between now and then, during which, in accordance with prophecy, I will see none of the unconcerned, uninvolved, negligent-ass, ignorant-ass, broke-ass useless parents of my shitheads, and only parents of kids who I have good things to say about.
I literally told one of my APs today that we could drastically improve the building if we just expelled about twenty of them on the spot. Their parents think we’re babysitters. You know what babysitters can do? Quit.
Fuck teaching. I’m going to go write some fucking postcards.
EDIT: What the fucking fuck, WordPress?
I mean, okay, I put “assholes” in the tags, but still, are you fucking kidding??
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I feel your frustration, bro… postcards sounds like a good plan… 😎
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I think I’ve come around to “even if this doesn’t help with votes, it’s a mental health activity.” Therefore worth it. 🙂
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Definitely a workplace, work-related injury.
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Throat’s still kinda rough today, honestly.
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Oh man, I hear you. I’ve been working nonstop for the last two weeks, then went home for the long weekend to my mom’s house that we’ve been working to clear for the last five months. My brother and I filled the 20 cubic yard dumpster in three hours; then we worked the next two and a half days, being eventually joined by our sister, and later by his daughters, and lastly by his stepson, to clear the rest of the house into the garage.
He texted me today that the dumpster contents had weighed 6420 pounds, so yeah, good thing he got the three ton price instead of the two ton. But I’m on postcard #19 of the third hundred (100 from a different group just posted this evening; 100 from this group all written up but they don’t go out until next week.) This is restful in comparison. Be strong!
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Sorry this ended up on spam– not sure how that happened. I’m already starting to look at my dad’s house and wonder what we’re going to do when he eventually moves. It’s gonna take some work. I’m hoping to have these postcards finished tomorrow, though, then I just have to stamp and mail ’em. Almost there!
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