I've only slept one full night, and that was because I popped a pill.
A girl IMed me and told me I was really cool because I was the only teacher with an AIM.
I had two good writing classes.
The kids made me crack up talking about dog farts; I covered my face and shook with silent laughter.
A kid had an accident in my room (the first time in my career).
I was on the verge of tears most days.
I felt hopeless.
I mapped out rough SS plans for two weeks.
We got two days behind our already-way-behind curriculum pacing.
I taught the kids a memory aid poem thingy, and some of them really seemed to like it.
I went home by or before 6.00 most, if not all, days this week.