nny | (no subject) (Reply)

So whole work shittery, which I am unhappy with and tired of and too tired for. Not thinking about that. Of course, the other option is to think about the year 11s who lined a corridor, both sides, and turned off the light, terrifying the smaller kids who just wanted to walk in peace. I went out and yelled at them, then had a head of house follow me out so they actually started listening. I don't understand how kids can get away with showing so little respect to teachers, seriously. Then I went to a bus stop and watched two lads spit at me, at the glass, at each other, chuck a coke bottle into the road deliberately to make a car swerve, and then delight at the way their phlegm was sliding down the glass. Didn't yell at them. Tempted, but.

It's been a day full of fuckers, and nine times out of ten it's me getting fucked. And I still have enough anger left over for the report writing process.

I wish I had more energy. There are a lot of educational things I want to rant about, things that need saying quite possibly, but all I can do right now is pretend I can stay vertical, for a while.