Dear Diary:

Friday, December 9 Today during my 4th period class–a class that usually makes me wish I had chosen a less stressful career, like firearms testing or bounty hunting–we actually had a productive discussion. They did their work and volunteered answers to questions. They refrained from cursing. I didn’t have murderous thoughts about any of them. … More Dear Diary:

Gimme a…finger!

For those of you who thought the Homecoming field decoration was amusing, rest assured that I did as well. The most amusing part of all was that the “hand” giving the aforementioned finger was actually the wildcat (our mascot) paw that our athletic director had painstakingly painted the day before the big game. I didn’t … More Gimme a…finger!

Friday!

In spite of the giant middle finger that someone spray painted in the middle of our football field*, the ant holocaust taking place on my kitchen counter**, and my very sore ass, hamstrings, and abs***, I am happy to report that today is my kind of day. It’s cool and overcast, and the fall color … More Friday!

Just say yes

I haven’t confirmed it yet, but I am thoroughly convinced that public school officials drug teachers for the first several days of the semester. I’m sure it has something to do with securing our cooperation for the implementation of whatever new miracle program or improved procedure they’ve cooked up, but it m a k e … More Just say yes