Apparently the second day is worse than the first. It... was bad.
Spike's Bitches 32: I think I'm sobering up.
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risque (and frisque), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Because it gets better.
Because the first year is insane, finding your rhythm time.
Because, I swear, in a week, you will have some kids you love.
Because you know that you can make someone love, or at least be less fearful, of math.
Because you wanted to make a difference.
Because teaching is a more societially acceptable form of maschocism than sporting 24/7 bondage tape and a flogger! (If a wee bit less exciting sartorially...)
I do post in here! And I say GO TIVO! 180 hours, dual tuner, AND wireless? I'm jealous! (Though, um, don't let my DVD-burning TiVO hear me say that, lest it decide to implode or something)
Aww. Em. Hugs. May things get better, or at least may the weekend come soon, and last long.
And tell, Em. Really. I had the class from HELLLLLL last year. Awful.
Was there blood? Fire? Weapons? Then it's fixable.
What Erin said. Also {{{Emily}}} Also, middle school kids have to do a lot of testing.
Happy birthday meara!
And JenP, should you happen to see this!
Poor Emily. You should listen to Erin though, because she is wise.
So I should watch Supernatural, this year? Boy. Smell nice.
Yeah. Boy smell very nice and look very pretty. Dean still woobie. Sam still broken. Car still shiny.
{{{Emily}}} Want to do something this weekend?
Hee, it's JenK's birthday, so I hereby thank you and transfer your good wishes on to their rightful recipient.
Just a drive-by to say thank you for the birthday wishes! And also to wish meara a wonderful evening.