Last night I had to stop reading the book "Fallen Leaves" that Maura loaned to me a gazillion years ago. I had made it about 50 pages in, but slammed it shut in an almost tearful fit last night because I couldn't handle it anymore. It's a memoir about a young Chinese girl who stepmother treats her like crap. She was so mean. I couldn't take it. Meanwhile, I am perfectly capable of reading a story in which people *own* one another. Go figure.
The children that I was just gushing over last night while checking their quizzes, are at the moment the object of the most white-hot hatred I have ever experienced. I'm trying to think of what I can do when I get home to burn off these feelings. I definitely don't want to be Ms. Crabby-Britches tomorrow.
I removed all of a child's items from his desk today and told him that they would be rationed to him throughout the day. I also confiscated a dictionary that he would not stop reading. I took it because I was mad that he wasn't listening to me. I told him he could see it in June.
*I* was the one who burped loudly and couldn't stop laughing while we were taking a test.
Summer needs to get here. Now.
Tuesday, May 23, 2006
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