i'm for reals dogg

if you were ever mean to a high school teacher, look em up and apologize to him or her right now. this instant. the past two weeks i have learned what the word tired really means. i come home every day drained from performing for adolescents all day and teaching them where to put their apostrophes (the possessive form of "bus" is "bus's", not "buses", "galaxies'", not "galaxie's"). it always amazes me how their little brains work. they think i don't see them writing notes or that i can't hear them when they whisper. the best is when they think i don't get their completely inappropriate comments and jokes. "miss mahan, have you ever seen a wild turkey?".....hmmmmm, let me think about that my little hick boy. sure, i don't know that wild turkey is a kind of whiskey. i'm gonna walk right into that trap. nice try though. then there are the kids who skip class and give you a sheepish grin when you see them later in the halls.

"hello sir, where were you this morning?"
"at my cousin's house"
"oh really, were you sick"
"nope"
"then i guess i'll be seeing you after school to make up what you missed today."
"yes ma'am"

it's been fun, challenging, trying and frustrating all at once. at least i can say i'll never have a dull day at work.

quotes of the week:
"miss mahan, this is our favorite class. seriously."
"man miss, creon is a busta." (while reading antigone)
"aphrodite came from nut blood??"