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Today, I had to tell my little boogers about tornado safety. "Go out into the hall,"sez I,"face the lockers, kneel down, and cover your head with your arms." ...and the evil voice in my head finishes,"and kiss your ass goodbye." Truthfully, if a tornado barrels through here, we're sitting in a big brick fish tank. This place is all windows! We're toast. In other news, our sphincter of a superintendent is making us work this Saturday. We made up a student snow day on our teacher work day, so now we have to make up the teacher work day. He COULD have said that we should take the day off, as a gift from him, to show his esteem for us. He can't give us raises; maybe a day off would be within his power. Noooo, that would be baaad. You can't be NICE to teachers; they'll get ideas! You must PUNISH them, or they won't respect you. (Told you he was a rectal orifice, didn't I?) I'm sending him a BILL for all the hours I've put in this week to get my grades done.He owes me for 18 since Friday, and it's only Tuesday. I'm thinking about going back to school to get certified as a library media specialist. It sounds like a good way to spend the next 14 years of my career. I'll be able to retire at 54, after 30 years of edumacayshun, assuming I don't hang myself first. On the headbone radio: Ultravox, Vienna. Reading: papers,papers, papers.... |
 
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It sure ain't Kansas