updated Random Observations upon my life...
1. The Texans actually won a football game. Be still my heart. At least we're not 0 and something anymore... we're 1 and something...
You should have seen the ruckus at Reliant. You'd think we'd won the Superbowl or something, not just that we'd actually won a game...
2. I have never in my life felt so much like my entire career is an exercise in futility as I do right now. We're working on percents in my math class. Today, in one of my classes, I had to ask NINE of my SEVENTH GRADE students, "100 divided by WHAT gives me 25?" before I got a correct answer. Nine. How can you you not know that by seventh grade? How can you not TELL TIME by seventh grade? Where in the hell are these kids' parents? How am I supposed to teach them algebraic reasoning and proportional relationships if they don't know HOW MANY QUARTERS ARE IN A DOLLAR?
3. I have 70 students. Today, I had one student turn in her homework. ONE. Out of seventy.
4. Why are people so mean-spirited by nature? Why must it be an instinct that to make ourselves seem better, we inherently feel the need to criticize and disparage others?
5.I want to cry. I'm doing that a lot these days. It quite sucks. I'm feeling a whole lot like I want to crawl in a hole and disappear for a while. I just can't seem to handle my life right now. I think if someone were to so much as cast me a harsh glare at the opportune moment, I would literally incinerate and crumble into a smoldering pile of ash.
6. Things will get better. They have to.
7. They have to.
You should have seen the ruckus at Reliant. You'd think we'd won the Superbowl or something, not just that we'd actually won a game...
2. I have never in my life felt so much like my entire career is an exercise in futility as I do right now. We're working on percents in my math class. Today, in one of my classes, I had to ask NINE of my SEVENTH GRADE students, "100 divided by WHAT gives me 25?" before I got a correct answer. Nine. How can you you not know that by seventh grade? How can you not TELL TIME by seventh grade? Where in the hell are these kids' parents? How am I supposed to teach them algebraic reasoning and proportional relationships if they don't know HOW MANY QUARTERS ARE IN A DOLLAR?
3. I have 70 students. Today, I had one student turn in her homework. ONE. Out of seventy.
4. Why are people so mean-spirited by nature? Why must it be an instinct that to make ourselves seem better, we inherently feel the need to criticize and disparage others?
5.I want to cry. I'm doing that a lot these days. It quite sucks. I'm feeling a whole lot like I want to crawl in a hole and disappear for a while. I just can't seem to handle my life right now. I think if someone were to so much as cast me a harsh glare at the opportune moment, I would literally incinerate and crumble into a smoldering pile of ash.
6. Things will get better. They have to.
7. They have to.
posted by Flipside at 3:19 PM
6 Comments:
Don't you mean "chins"?
Karen
Karen WHO?
And what did I ever do to you?
Maybe you need to get a life and stay out of mine...
"I think I'm finally getting to the point in my life where I'm developing a thicker skin. People with nothing better to do than to be malicious and petty just don't bother me anymore. I have more important things in my life on which to exert my my energy. The only person that can really get me down is me."
Sounds good.
Karen
To the anonymous "Karen", you really are a loser. Such a sad and immature "adult" to come here and essentially call someone fat....I truly pity you. May God bless your soul.
-Nicole
But she is fat....
Oh for crying out loud!
Seriously, hon, whoever you are, Get a life.
Surprise, surprise. I'm FAT. Anyone who reads my blog already knows that... I've freely admitted to it!
From here on out, I'm going to ignore your sorry ass, and delete any more stupid and inane comments you may make. I haven't done so thus far out of simple indignation, but now its just getting SAD. I'm simply not going to let such a spineless, quivering mass of putrid hate assault me on my own turf. I hope you enjoyed it while it lasted, because I don't really care about my indignation anymore. I'm taking control.
Oh, and P.S....
I may be fat, but I'm still far more attractive than you'll ever dream of being. I may be a heifer, but I'm an exceptionally hot heifer...
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