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2003-09-03 - 5:55 p.m. Kindy Typhoon (no sense made heartily) I am a horrible, horrible person. There is no excuse. I am very much scum. There are no words for my complete and utter incompidence. I:m so horrible I can:t even spell -imcompidence-. Or find a suitable replacement for the missing apostrophe. I was supposed to have faxed the worksheets for the high scool to the HS today by at least 4.30, but I took so long to prepare it that I had to stop half-way to drive out to my job at 3.20. By the time I came back, in what I feel MUST be a freak Typhoon, it was already 5pm. And the printer is not cooperating. Still. At 6pm. I:m going to get something for apologies purposes, but I can:t think of anything to give the teacher I:ll be working under. Fuck? Oh yes. Tonight, I:ll be working on posters and what not for the lessons. Just pics of Philly and Puerto Rico and things along those lines. God damn blech. And I:m not looking forward to waking up at 5.30 tomorrow morning. I will say that I did an okay job with the pre-kindergardeners I had today. Made a kid cry, but otherwise, it was all nice and peachy. I don:t like typhoons though. Not a whole lot. The Past - Guestbook - The Future, Too |