"As long as there are tests, there will always be prayer in schools?"
It took more than a slow and even count to ten...more than taking a walk down to the water cooler...more than mentally screaming into a pillow--for me to calm down. Yep, I busted out the first few lines of the "Serenity " prayer...
Nope, had no idea it was still in my head...I learned it sometime while still in gradeschool, you know, about the same time as the preamble to the Declaration of Independence? It was still in there along with all the obsolete WordPerfect shortcuts, what to do with that damned cheese sandwich in the HitchHiker's Guide to the Galaxy text adventure game, the password to my never used livejournal account, my CA driver's license number, and several other bits and pieces that my narrowly-avoided temper tantrum dislodged.
The brain is an amazing machine.
'member how I said I would have to use this wee little space to rant if things did not go well?
Ya sure, you betcha.
I've been asked to be a wee bit more patient, that and everyone jumping in to help me out is the only thing that kept me from walking right out...cuz really and truly the tantrum that never blossomed was simply to keep myself from sitting right down in the middle of the office and bursting into tears. Teaching 7th grade was never this hard! Well, except for those times when I had to deal with teachers who I wanted to kill, Kill, KILL! Blood and guts and gore in my teeth!
Ahem, oops, where did that come from?
Anywho...if this makes no sense, I'm sorry, I'd rather keep it more obscure than not, you know, so I don't get fired. Unless I quit first, then boy oh boy will you get all the gory details!