No book reviews for you, you bums!

Which is fine, honestly, because I’m just as crabby tonight as I have been all week, and I’m completely convinced that tomorrow is going to be annoying. I want to gripe about how my kids shat the bed on a test again today, but they didn’t, really; the average for everybody is a C, which is right about what you’d expect, and had I given it three weeks ago it would have been about a 10%, so I have actual evidence that learning happened. Just not, like, evenly. Which is the perennial gripe of my job.

They aren’t allowed to talk to me at all tomorrow, by the way. I’m handing each kid a piece of duct tape or a stapler, their choice, when they walk into the room. Here is your progress report. You have until 3:20 to fix it. Go away.