I don't hate my 3rd grade anymore

But I do hate my 4th and 7th grade


My 4th graders are totaly hyperactive, they should all take some Ritalin, and I'm serious. They cannot stay still, or in their chairs for more than 5 minutes.

I hate them, I *so* hate them. I hate my 7th graders too. Bastards, total bastards. Today I even put on a show as if I were going to bring their head teacher to punish them for bad behaviour. Seriously, I got fed up of having to stand their attitude, and I think it worked since they got totally spooked. HA-HA, take that you bitches.

My 3rd grade...awwwwww, I think I learnt how I have to deal with them. Clear instructions, lots of games and love and lots and lots of songs.

Today one of my 10th grader students said I was pretty. I know he was laughing at me but it felt nice anyway...I'm such a loser, hahahahahaha.

I hate everyone...really...I mean it!!!

I hate everyone at my new school.

Yeah! I got a job..Yay, yay..ya...y. =_=. No fucking yay at me. I have no contract yet, I don't sign the schedule everybody has to sign in the mornings, I work 35 hours, I have 30 minutes for lunch time, but I have to split them in two. Fifteen minutes with my children, because yeh I'm a head teacher too, and that's the job of the head teacher ::rolls eyes:: and 15 for myself.

The other teachers are...well I don't even know them, there's this argentinian guy, kinda handsome, kinda ugly, hard to explain really. He says he teaches French but I only see him cleaning the school, whatever. Today he gave me a little chocolate because I was really pissed of with my little children (I have 40 of them, 7 y.o each, you do the math) so some other teachers who were around of course they began gossiping inFRONT of me about it, but I took no notice, I don't even care.

I have a 3rd grade, 4rd grade, 5th grade, 7th grade, 9th grade and 10th grade. So I get to see how the humans beings evolve during all the childhood process, and believe me when I say it's NOT FUN AT ALL.

My life as a headteacher began being a total nightmare. I had one boy who threw up the first day. Then I got two girls punching one another and today I got a note from the mom of one of them. She said she wants to see me AS SOON AS POSSIBLE. Yadda, yadda, yadda.

My legs hurt_a lot_, I can't take a sit while doing clases because since my children are so young they can harldy behave. Screaming doesn't work *at*all*, they only hate you more. If you kiss one on the cheek, they all want kisses too. If you go to talk to a boy who is talking too much, then all the rest begins talking too. It's awful, and it makes it worse that they know nothing of english. I have no idea what the other teachers did the other years but whatever they did, it is not working now.

Fucking headmistress of the school, and fucking coordinators still don't get me the books I need to begin to teach, and they want me to hand them in my planning for the whole year this Friday. FUCK OFF!!!, I mean, I have nothing as in NOTHING to work with the little monsters and they are asking for plannings?!

I've decided I'm gonna print all the worksheets I have for the little bastards and begin working with whatever I think is the right thing. I got tired of waiting for motherfuckers to do their job right. They think that because I'm the *new one* they can treat me like shit, so EXCUSE ME MA'AM, but I don't give a shit about any of you.

Oh yeah, for the moment there's nothing good I can recall to talk about, so g'night.