my teaching day was good, then okay, then ARGH with unnecessary student craziness and outright cruelty.
*headdesk* I had to write a note to the vice principal as well as to the teacher.
Then I got home, and
eeyore42 was there! I didn't have to manage my frustration alone! It made me feel so much better to talk about it, and to eat some food. Then I phoned
chinders about delivering compost-food to her house, then I got to go visit her and check on the progress of her garden (yay), dog training (yay) and behbeh chickens! I got to hold baby chickens! (almost adolescent chickens!) One perched on me for awhile, it was awesome.
Came home a little while later, started layout work on my poster for class this weekend. It's challenging - I'm doing art that requires a certain amount of precision, and well. Precision has rarely been my strong suit, but it is coming along.
I think that this is going to be great. AND I can put off one of the assignments I thought I had to do, till next weekend: read three more Steiner lectures and make a poster for THOSE. well.
Back to it then!
*headdesk* I had to write a note to the vice principal as well as to the teacher.
Then I got home, and
Came home a little while later, started layout work on my poster for class this weekend. It's challenging - I'm doing art that requires a certain amount of precision, and well. Precision has rarely been my strong suit, but it is coming along.
I think that this is going to be great. AND I can put off one of the assignments I thought I had to do, till next weekend: read three more Steiner lectures and make a poster for THOSE. well.
Back to it then!
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I told Mr. Smug that it wasn't his business to point that out, that the injured boy (paper bullets shot by rubber bands, under the arm) would tell me if he saw fit. Bonus of the speech? Gave the kid a couple moments without all eyes on him to collect himself.
Rubber band bullet shooter went to the office, and I wrote it up in notes to the teacher and in a note to the VP.