PR:
I thought Jeffrey's dress was horrendous. Yellow plaid? Euch. And I really liked Kayne's -- I'm relieved he's not out.
I swear to god, the spoiler font was there before I hit post. I am going to bed.
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
PR:
I thought Jeffrey's dress was horrendous. Yellow plaid? Euch. And I really liked Kayne's -- I'm relieved he's not out.
I swear to god, the spoiler font was there before I hit post. I am going to bed.
Shoot, I'm paying bills and I can't find my Verizon bill and the amount is never the same, it's always a few cents different. I wonder why it always changes just a little. Darn them, darn them all to heck.
Y'all are working on some secret public relations project aren't you?
I've done some grading! Mind you, that was last on the list... but I'm putting off reshuffling their seat assignments because it means finding all the special "I can't see from that seat" requests again and figuring out who I can't seat together, what to do with the kid that everyone picks on, and how to handle the loudmouths. Calgon...
On the upside, today I explained to a class that I would no longer assign them detentions that they don't serve, I would just call their parents. You should have seen their little faces. Why they didn't think of this possibility before? Who knows. Must remember: insane middle-school logic.
PR: Jeffrey's dress wasn't to my taste, but I totally see why it won, especially with his model working it. But, just as the judges judged Kayne in relation to prior work, I think that if we hadn't already seen the basic shape of Uli's dress over and over, she would have won hands down.
YAY EMILY! WAY TO TEACH!
YAY EMILY! WAY TO TEACH!
Frighten them into submission? Sigh... yeah, apparently that's the only way. The private school place, apparently not getting my email about already having a job, was apparently sending my resume to all kinds of private middle schools. So tempting...
I found the Verizon bill and I have to undarn them. It was exactly the same as last month. It was under some piece of junk mail from the Honda dealership where I got my state inspection done and had to wait for two hours even though I had an appointment. Darn that Honda dealership, darn them all the heck.
I meant the grading, actually.
Private schools, huh?
Sigh... yeah. They probably have at least one working copy machine for every five. FIVE. And working lights, and projector screens that go all the way up, and a complete lack of jackhammers directly outside their 80-degree classrooms.
But, you know, public school. C'est la vie. I reserve the right to be bitter, however.