Dear Diary,
Oh...there is so much to tell you. Where do I begin? Let me start with my latest decision to move to the South. It is different here to say the least. I wasn't sure how much I would like it. However, I love my house and the woods around my house. I also like my zippy new car. There are a few kinks though. To be exact let me start with my job...
May I welcome you to the Dark Ages! Holy mother of God. I feel that I have been transported back in time to the year 1950. The people in this building are interesting. They are teaching with reading basals-solely and worksheeting the hell out of these kids. The scary part is that these kids are pretty smart, but their test scores would not indicate this. My classroom is huge, but that appears to be the only plus so far. Although there are grassy hills outside my classroom I can't help but be annoyed that they have not worked out my pay correctly and I brought home a crappy check. They were "sorry" that my master's degree was not in my pay yet. They were going to look into that...we will see. I swear to something that I will walk if they cheat me.
I monkey I recently met likes to show her underwear and eat snap cubes during math. Maybe I will need to drink more often this year. I think I should consider a career change...only not really. I am fucking pissed that I have a master's degree and brought home a check that will cover my mortage and car payment and that is fucking it! What bullshit.Perhaps my new mantra in the morning should be "me love you long time" Do I need to practice saying these lovely words?
May I welcome you to the Dark Ages! Holy mother of God. I feel that I have been transported back in time to the year 1950. The people in this building are interesting. They are teaching with reading basals-solely and worksheeting the hell out of these kids. The scary part is that these kids are pretty smart, but their test scores would not indicate this. My classroom is huge, but that appears to be the only plus so far. Although there are grassy hills outside my classroom I can't help but be annoyed that they have not worked out my pay correctly and I brought home a crappy check. They were "sorry" that my master's degree was not in my pay yet. They were going to look into that...we will see. I swear to something that I will walk if they cheat me.
I monkey I recently met likes to show her underwear and eat snap cubes during math. Maybe I will need to drink more often this year. I think I should consider a career change...only not really. I am fucking pissed that I have a master's degree and brought home a check that will cover my mortage and car payment and that is fucking it! What bullshit.Perhaps my new mantra in the morning should be "me love you long time" Do I need to practice saying these lovely words?
posted by Bethany at 7:12 PM
2 Comments:
I'm so proud of you.
She posted. She posted!
OMG!
Welcome to your very own monkey cage. Where the people talk funny and believe and act in even funnier ways.
I'd say queer, but they'd probably shoot me for that. Or lynch me. Whatever.
Welcome back darling!
holy f#%k! she FINALLY spoke!! well good luck with your dark-age people:)
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