today, i yelled the crap out of my second period. there was screaming, shouting and throwing of books, all by me! : ) i was so furious with them for being such a bunch of lazy louts (nearly everyone failed the vocab quiz by a landslide) ... but the positive part of that was that by 5th period, word had gotten around that miss chiu was on the warpath, and my afternoon classes were AWESOME. as much as they can be on a friday afternoon. props to them. two props to travis and nina for being on task.

after school, i went with a whole bunch of colleagues to this dive bar called the prince of wales. while people were slinging back mug after mug of beer, i had my little loser glass of sangria. and seriously, i am such a lightweight. i thank my supposed african ancestors that i don't get the asian redness the moment alcohol hits the lips ... but seriously, the world was a woozy place. trying to combat that by eating everyone's fries was not a good idea since i feel really ILL right now. but it is GREAT having colleagues to chill with. they're such an engaging bunch of people.

then i came home, singing funeral dirges for my TOMATOES. i told my carpool buddy tim what i had done ... and he, in his older teacher wisdom, was like "you did what?" he told me i probably screwed up their cycle and i wouldn't have as much fruit. which is technically ok, since i hate tomatoes ... but STILL. now i won't be able to share. i'm feeling WRETCHED about it. STILL. i talked to them just now. they look ... skinny.

oh! and then i thought i'd pull a carrot, just to see how they were doing. tim said that if the stem was about a foot high, they'd be ready to rock. so karen and i pulled one and almost DIED. you'll have to wait until karen can post the picture, because it's the damn funniest sight i've seen for a while. you'll have to ask us exactly what we pulled.