Children

I fear that when Tucker turns 14, I will start drinking vast amounts of alcohol. Maybe I'll find some drugs to smoke. The options are endless, really.

I currently have a 14 year-old sitting to my left that has been sighing heavily (I kid you not) every four seconds for the last six minutes. He might actually hyperventilate.

I pulled him off of his computer because he was like a four-year old at the circus. He couldn't keep his hands to himself or his mouth shut. I warned him several times about his behavior. He didn't listen. 

So now he's in time out. He raises his hand until his arm gets tired, sighs a few times, and puts his arm down for a rest. Sometimes he'll change which arm he holds up. It's a vicious cycle.

I'm sure he wants to ask me when he'll be out of time out. The answer: NEVER. BWAHAHAHAHA.

This is the big TAKS test week. Translation: I hate work. I hate children. I hate everyone.

6th and 7th graders are taking their TAKS tests today, so that means all eighth graders are on lockdown. That means I have my advisory class (homeroom, whatever you want to call it) for six HOURS. Someone, end my misery.

It will be a miracle if I get through this week without harming a child.