Winter break is a beautiful thing. Time away from the kids, co-workers, and irritating drivers in Perris, brings refreshment to the inner workings of my being. I swear I have developed severe road rage just from the way four way stops are done in Perris. But this year, my beautiful winter break has been cut short.
ERRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
All the English teachers had to come back a week early from winter break to go to a “training”… just imagine it this way… some deaths are slow and painful. But this is much, much worse. It is never a good thing when you sit there thinking that being eaten alive by army ants would ease your pain and would be a relief from the boredom in which you are withering. I have said this before, but I will say this again, why do teacher trainings always reduce you to the level of a 5 year old? I am an adult. I have an education. I can drive and manage a bank account and do all the things that other adults do. So then please, someone, tell me why it is that the trainers feel that all the teachers in the room are an elementary class?
Okay, so with that out of the way I am getting ready for my new semester! Loads of fun I can already tell. I was looking over my rosters, in a class of 23 students I have 5 girls… and in a class of 26 I have 8 girls. What is the sadist part is that I know most of these girls and the never come to school! This means that next semester I might as well be teaching at an all boy school. hmmmm….vocabulary football anyone?
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