SHUT THE FUCK UP!

I'm getting near the end of my time in the high school. I switch to the elementary school the last week of October.

When I was in high school I always said I wanted to get into something where whoever and whatever I worked with would respect me. You can't be happy if you're being disrespected. What was I thinking when I decided to become a teacher? It's probably one of the most disrespected jobs out there. No one wants to be there. No one cares.

I'm teaching something today. And from a SEVENTH grader I hear SHUT THE FUCK UP BITCH! Excuse me? You said what?

In our school profanity isn't allowed. I use too much profanity but I use NONE in school. We, meaning my teacher and I, crack down on it. Some teachers don't. Some teachers curse at their students. That's just wrong. I wrote the kid up. :) Now he hates me!

Sorry bubba, it's the wrong time to mess with me. You don't mess with me when it's my time of the month. I will seriously rip your head off. K?

I don't think Ryan remember how moody I get when it's my time. He OBVIOUSLY knows. But he knows exactly how to test me. And then I snap. And I'm miserable. I snap at Abbie. I snap at him. I snap at EVERYONE. And then I feel bad. And I'm sick. Which makes everything worse. So being told off by your four year old daughter when she wakes up from a nap, really fucking sucks! No more naps for her. She's usually such a sweet little girl. She's usually all smiley and giggly when she wakes up from naps. But DAMN, she must have had a rough day or nap or something.

It just hasn't been a good week. I hope your week is much better than mine.


How I wish I was there. =/
Yes, I write in the sand EVERY time I go to the beach. But I didn't write that. I found it.