Changes

One can be bitter for only so long and so the point of the blog.  Fun.  I had to get into the moment.  I had to let go of my anger and all the so-called injustices of life and get on with it.  I hate my job but it's my job so I might as well deal with it.  I take charge of my classes.  I focus on what I want them to learn.  I respond to their stupidities.  I laugh at their lame jokes.  In short, I get myself out of my funk.  The teacher next door comes into my room.  Starts yelling at some kids in their desks at the back.  Now, these aren't young kids.  They're 17 and 18 years of age.  I'd been out checking on some students in the computer lab and, when I'd returned dealt with some characters horsing around at the back.  I told them to move forward and this was just before Mr. Fraser came marching through the door.  Now, I'm angry.   Young upstart.