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| Fifth grade was swell today. The teacher... well, let's just say I have mixed feelings concerning her teaching methods. Actually, no, let's talk about that. No child deserves to be yelled at for asking a completely innocent question! The public school system infuriates me sometimes because JEEZ. Half the teachers I've heard about definitely do NOT have proper credentials. Lots are pissed off because they don't get paid enough, so they don't put enough effort into teaching their students. But it's like, come ON, people! So the governor cut the budgets again, which means you don't get as much money as you did last year, or the year before that, or ten years ago. You're going to destroy a child's future because of a petty grudge against the state. (Okay, it's not exactly petty, but still.) BUILD A BRIDGE AND GET OVER IT. My mom's a third grade teacher at a public school. She's specacular and I'm not just saying that. She's one of the good ones, one of the teachers who actually likes helping these children grow. I love my mommy. I really needed to get that out of my system. Sorry. (kiss the girl)
shalalalala my oh my! | | |
| The official quote heading my memoir : 'I would not wish any companion in the world but you.'
~The Tempest I had to change it from my original quotation because apparently it's a statement made by a hypocritical jerk. AHEM. And apparently it's Polonius who's the alien? Whateverrr I'll find out soon enough. Jeez, I'm tired. I suppose all the drama at rehearsal today engendered it. LALALA I have to write someone a recommendation for Ms Stork now. I just wanted you to know my quote. NO HOMEWORK TONIGHT! | | |
| I think I have mono. Plus, I'm watching Disney Channel, and there's this version of 'Breaking Free' that's in Spanish, but badly translated and far too long for this poor girl's capabilities. So you know how I tend to see the bad things in people/situations? Yeah. That's my life right now. I hate it because I don't get to see all the good things in everything around me. It sounds corny beyond belief, but I'm so mad that I can't be optimistic because right now optimism would be swell. Sigh. | | |
| I am so tired. I mean, mentally, I'm psyched. I'm ready for the night to come so I can read and talk and frolic. Somehow, though, I've got a heavy heart which seems to be preventing this whole breathing thing that everyone says is so important. That might be a problem. Hmm. Oh, crap. I have to write my memoir. I forgot.
This is a very big problem. -edit-
Apparently, I am sick. Fantastic. | | |
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