Your love is like, a rollercoaster baby... (my week of teaching is the equivalent of the "your love" here)

Since my latest pet procrastination project (that's ALLITERATION, kiddies!) is getting people to actually read this blog instead of keeping it under wraps, I'm going to put some good searchable keywords in here right now.
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Did that last one sound a little desperate?
Anyway, the title of tonight's brief posting is inspired by the up-and-downness of the past week. You've already heard, faithful readers (now I know there are only two of you-- I love you dad!) how nice Monday and tuesday were, at least in part. Wednesday was a horror day. I should have known it-- I had my sophs write a practice essay to get them warmed up for the final...having not written an essay in a month, they FREAKED on me, and even though it was four paragraphs seulement, after the assignments were turned in the focus turned down. Two of my students even sang "joy to the world, the teacher's dead."
But it was a tit-for-tat, cause when they were loudly hip-hopping I just hit 'em with the old "Who sings that song? Oh really, well why don't we keep it that way?" zinger. Their friends' shouts of "OH, SHE CUT YOU!" inspired the new song. I was saved from despair by a student who requested to see photos of me on the web (no, you cannot follow suit, pervert who searched for pornography) and changed my computer desktop pattern to an "I love you" motif. AWWWW. She, and another student who calls me "fams" and the five or six dedicated souls who have thoroughly digested Lord of the Flies or "LOTF" as I've dubbed it, sustained me.

Today I came to school determined not to yell. Even temper-boy (the one whose fight I broke up earlier in the fall) having a major flare-up couldn't stop me today. I let it all float past me. Thank god it didn't blow up in my face.

til next time,

/disgruntledteach

PS: read my blog! here's the address: http://disgruntledteach.blogspot.com