Deezil.us

Our time is now

So, this summer has started out so much more than interesting. Again, I raise my arms in frustration over the assembled crew in Room 209 4 mornings out of the week. It’s just like it was last summer, but with more weeping and gnashing of teeth. Speaking of weeping, we had our first crier today, in what would be the equivalent of the 6th week of class, but just the end of the second. She held it in pretty good, but after the bitchfest she gave the professor and I yesterday, I had absolutely no sympathy. When you take a summer class, you already know the schedule is going to hit you hard and fast. Why then, must you complain about that fact right in our faces? We’re just as stressed as you with grading homework and trying to get things ready for you all, especially those less fortunate in the class that the need more and specialized attention. It’s not all fun and games, trust me.And then, there’s the office. Oh friggin boy. Let’s just say this week was the most pleasant that will be had this summer, due to the absence of one individual. I’ve mended my bridge with the one that used to give me grief, because I found out that he wasn’t griefing me, it was a ploy, a disguise from the other that has now come to the forefront.

In the ghetto. In the ghetto! The ghetto is more fun than I can ever describe. Some nights it can be tiring, but hanging out with brothers, playing washers, watching wrestling with B5 and Bittel, it’s all great times.

More later.