Oh these kids... I'm just sure that someone somewhere has authorized duct tape and bungie cords as an acceptable method of classroom discipline.

It's just my 2nd hour. First hour plan, 2nd hour class from ****, 3rd hour sweethearts, lunch... 4th hour sweethearts, 5th hour sweethearts, 6th hour sweethearts... so why so focused on that one 57 minute period of the day?

Perhaps because I'm having homocidal thoughts? Ok so it's not really that extreme... yet.

I didn't eat at it.

I'm stressed, though. Stayed until 6 working up a replacement quiz because it was all too obvious the one given left the little darlings clueless, even the ones who usually have a clue.

Food was fine. Breakfast on the road: fast food side of scrambled eggs with cheese, sausage patty. Lunch packed: spinach tossed with a pack of tuna and caesar. Dinner at home: leftover roast with turnips, onions and celery, a little cream and butter. Tried a new drink mix from SouthBeach called something like TideYouOver? I dunno but the kids thought it looked... weird. Could it have been the toxic waste glowing yellow color? Tasted pretty good for chalky fiber and sweetener.

Tomorrow: just water, thanks, trash the chemicals... and for Goodness sake a new seating chart, s'il vous plait. Or duct tape.