first day back.

a new semester. and i have to say, i was feeling a little hopeful that this new semester would give the kids a new lease on life.

NOT.

omg. unbelievable. my mild-mannered second period has gone to hell in a handbasket. every possible volatile personality (drug-enduced, enhanced, or otherwise) in one room. 24 of them and they felt like 50. lost my voice at the end of a 50 minute period. it's going to be a long semester.

third period. omg. all 12 of them. whining whining whining about how they were the small class and that i put them together because i think they're stupid. lovely.

fourth period. formerly the hell class, now a thoroughly mixed honors class. kids from the honors class from the last semester turned up their noses at the new kids, and the new kids, who are more colorful personalities, no doubt, acted completely juvenilely. omg. it's going to be a long semester.

lunch. kids get WAY IN MY FACE about how they hate their schedules, and completely bitch me out about how it's unfair, and blah and blah and blah. cry me an f-ing river and get the hell out of my room. no appreciation for the fact that meghan and i had to hand schedule every single last one of them. not that i want any appreciation. silence would do me fine. kristin has gone to the land of maternity leave, and now all the honors kids (with whom i really want to have a minimum of contact, really) sit in my room and play cards the ENTIRE lunch period. LOUD. OBNOXIOUS. FOOD AND KIDS FRIGGING EVERYWHERE. didn't ask if it was okay if they stayed; just squatted and took over. annoyed me to no end. ENTITLEMENT. BRATTINESS. I WANT TO KILL SOMEONE.

to say NOTHING of the fact that there's a mass exodus from my college prep classes. kids who FAILED my class or got a D, FOR CRYING OUT LOUD, are claiming that they want to do honors. my honors classes are now at 25 and 31. where the hell am i supposed to put them? AND it makes THAT much more work for me to have grade a helluva lot more shizzy AP essays for kids who have no business being in honors in the first place! I HATE HONORS. I HATE TEACHING TODAY. I HATE THE SYSTEM. I HATE THE MAN.

WHY DO I FEEL LIKE I'M BEING PUNISHED?

I WANT OUT.