Shown Up... Without Even Starting

I had this great entry planned. I was going to whine and complain about my move, about my lack of a work permit and about how shite my week has been.

My mood has gotten better since I have been home. I had a bit of nutella and watch three hours of mind-numbing crap on tv - two hours for a show about a woman that stole £4.5 million from her employer. It was pure rubbish! But, still, on my way upstairs I was drafting my depressing,whinnyy entry in my head.

Then, I happened across a blog that Ioccasionallyy read. This guy is somewhat of a prat and has been known to bore you with paragraphs about boxing, but every once in a while he produces a gem. Tonight, it was just what I needed. His entry was absurd (almost to the point of jumping the shark), but I laughed out loud to the point of tears. I won't bore you with the details, but it was a story about road-rage turned dance-off between an old fart and a young stud.

Funny how much of an effect his journal had on me. In the fifteen minutes it took me to read it, it completely changed my mood. I decided that there was no need to waste my energy complaining about things that will eventually work themselves out. Fuck the school stress. Fuck the room and board drama. I am going to dream about be-bopping grandpas tonight. Sweet dreams all!

I haven't told a good 'school' story in a while...

I guess my days at school are not very exciting. I come home worn-out on most occasions. Some students say crappy things, others say less crappy things. That's the nature of my job. I paint a bleak picture, but in all actuality I like what I do. It is a challenge and I wouldn't want it any other way.

Today, my students made me laugh. Most days, they make me smile for one reason or another. Today, they just really took it a bit far.

I teach one group that can be a bit over the top. There are twenty in the group and every single one of the them begs for attention, some more than others. Today, one boy decided to spend the lesson winking at me. I couldn't figure out what he was doing at first and eventually it started to get to me. Being the last lesson of the day, I decided to have a little fun with the student... "If you make me laugh, then I'll give you an after-school detention," was my threat, but it didn't have an effect. The boy kept winking. It could be worse... Last week, in that same group of students, I had a boy that insisted on harassing female students in the class by making the universal gesture of 'jacking off.' This was in our first lesson about Reproduction.

Yes, so I have been teaching about Reproduction (that's reproduction NOT sex ed!!) and I get little boys jacking off and winking at me... What next!?! I am scared to ask, really.