I suppose I should apologize.

I said there would be hilarity when I graded my seniors' personal statements. There were quite a few choice snippets I had initially intended to post, but I was busy, and by the time I had the time to write a post on here, I wanted nothing to do with the essays.

Now, I'm not saying they were all bad. There were even a few that I would call "good" essays. There were a couple that would be put to better use folded up and shoved under an uneven table leg to hold it steady. But I was so frustrated by the general stupidity of a senior English class (you know, graduation requirement) and the number of essays I either got late, or in several cases *never* got. And then they wonder why they're failing when they get their first progress report.

Really? You don't do the only major assignment so far, and you're wondering why you're failing? That's like zipping past a cop going 75 mph in a school zone and wondering why you're getting a ticket.

In addition to this fun, there's the fact that last week was hell. Apparently different groups within the same school district can't actually talk to each other, else last week would not have been so bad. Instead, I had a meeting every day from Monday through Thursday, each from a different group, and all making my week feel like it would never end. In contrast, the week before was empty, and this week is empty. Couldn't one of those groups have noticed this and maybe scheduled one of the meetings for this week instead? Nah, that's too logical. Wouldn't want to do something that made sense. That would throw everyone off.

Oh, there was one bright spot to the week though. Kid was dumb enough to give me the finger in class while my back was turned. What really made it dumb is that the whole class is tired of his stupid shit because it keeps pissing me off and causing the whole class to get scolded, so after class several students turned him in. So he got a write up and a call home (and wonder of wonders, the number was accurate, and dad actually said he'd do something. Stupid kid actually pulled up in the driveway as I was talking to dad. Too bad I couldn't have been a fly on the wall for that one.) I love when the kids turn against each other. I can stand there and wait for the rest of the class to start telling the clowns to shut up. I get a kick out of that. It's kind of like putting two Japanese fighting fish in the same tank...