Three weeks to go!
And the year from hell will blend into blissful summer – I hope.
Most of you know, I think, that when I’m not working away on things for the MUD, I’m teaching. It’s a self-contained 6th grade class and as much as I love them, they’re driving me absolutely batty. (So, if I seem a bit short with you on the MUD it’s not you, I promise. It’s them!)
Fights, vandalism, the typical 12 year old kid nonsense blown out of control. I wish I could end the school year on Friday, just because of this. We can’t though, so… I’ll manage.
I do exaggerate. I love these kids but WOW. Any of you who know me outside of the MUD have heard my rants and raves, so this will likely be a bit redundant, but how does one teach a class where the principal has ruled that half of the kids have to sit on the floor because they’re either breaking the furniture or trying to throw it at each other and nobody is allowed paper or pencils (pens, duh, not pencils!) due to… idiocy.
Sometimes I seriously think real estate is the way to go.