Blue Day. Formerly B Day. Day 41.

I have been at an AICE training for one day. Tomorrow is the second day. The pain is indescribable. The tortuous staring at the Promethean board while a bored instructor that would rather be anywhere else drones on about APA and hanging indents. It is as if my head is a hornets nest and knowledge a rock and the anger and aching that pours out with each new fact that pours in is beyond my ability to endure.

No one can possibly understand what I must endure, for surely my suffering at the rough and dirty hands of the educational system is unique to me and I suffer alone.

No one understands. No one. It must be nice to be a kid and just run around and play all day like my students at Cypress. Wow. They will never get the frustration and the angst of having to sit in a desk all day while weirdoes foist papers and assignments at them.