some thoughts

1. hideyo's preaching practicum manual looks an awful lot like his bartending manual. that's right. i'm married to a bartending pastor-in-training. gotta go to the watering holes where the people BE.

2. i have a plethora of serious serious expletives in my head right now. i just want to drop five f bombs, as to why kids can't f-ing SPELL, f-ing PUNCTUATE, f-ing write a GD SENTENCE. they can't f-ing CAPITALIZE, they can't f-ing write an f-ing THESIS. okay, that was six. but i feel better. but seriously, if you'd been grading til 1 am last 5-6 days in a row, you'd be feeling pretty crotchety too.

3. i hate it when parents demand things of you. student parents, because my parents seldom ask anything, and hideyo's even seldomer, if that be a word. but parents who are like, "my kid needs a recommendation for the uc berkeley gifted student program and we want it by friday" and i'm like WTF. do you want me to do that before or AFTER i grade 95 horrific essays? (monday) do you want me to do that before or after our first married hallmark holiday? (tuesday) do you want me to do that before or after eighth grade parent night? (wednesday) or do you want me to do that before i turn in grades for the 6 week grading period? (thursday) SERIOUSLY, BE F-ING REASONABLE. i'm not MAGIC. or ... even better. deMAND a meeting with three teachers. make a huge stink about how your daughter, who is so slow she is moving backwards, is being treated unfairly in an honors class. and then DON'T SHOW UP FOR THE F-ING CONFERENCE. waste THREE TEACHERS' TIME, waiting for you to come kvetch about how the system is not working for your kid, who if for a second, would just stop dreaming about ponies, would probably do FINE.

AH. i think this may qualify as one of the worst weeks yet. okay. i'm done whining now. momentarily.