A Day September 8th

U.S. History Honors: First hour was menacing. They were silent like a lobster, but a lobster with an angry heart. I sometimes think I will awake late at night to find them parked across the street from my house in an ominous van, staring at me like some sort of urban pack of coyotes. Coyotes that can somehow drive a van. I helped the class do the WAVES cartoon exercise in class. I did this for all of my U.S. History Honors students. Many of them shouted loud nonsense sentences like "THIS ISN'T ANIME!" and "YOUR CARTOONS ARE NOT CANON! WHAT UNIVERSE IS THIS SUPPOSED TO TAKE PLACE IN?" Truly the youth of today baffle me.

I should mention that the very first thing I did this morning was to clean a large sticky puddle from the desks in the back of the classroom. That was gross. I went to college so I could levitate in a cloud of academia. Alas my elitist self showed in my disgust. I was humbled by your callousness.

AICE Global Perspectives AS and now A level: I spent the day disappointing people as I find that is one of my greatest talents. I looked at your maps and I wondered to myself how any of you even manage to find your way to the bathroom let alone get home at the end of the day. Of course I allowed you to fix this because I want to fail you later, not right away. I like to take my time and dangle the good grades at the end of the quarter. You need to feel like you have something to lose for me to fully manipulate good work from you.

I came home to a dead squirrel in my driveway. Another victim of my neighbors relentless war on Rodentia. I feel as if I should somehow warn the little creatures so I have made very tiny signs with very tiny skull and crossbones on them. Hopefully they will understand and not just turn them into flags and become furry little pirates (which is also the name of my new Indy band). Godspeed little fur brothers and sisters!