Wednesday February 7, 2001
This story you gotta hear: Today this woman comes into the office and is (from what I was later told 'cause ya see I wasn't there…) yelling her head off about me. She insists that she is real upset that her son failed my class and got no notification about it. I hear that she was so pissed that she yelled at the guidance counselors. They later informed me that this woman was coming in for a conference tomorrow. I can hardly fucking wait. Anyway, I go back upstairs to look for any prior documentation. I look through a stack of failure notices and I can't find anything. I'm sweating my ass off. The very last failure notice has the kid's name on it and his signature. Bing-Fucking-O! I feel instant relief. I go downstairs and ask the 7th Grade Team Leader if he has the mid-term progress report. He finds the kid's progress report right inside his file cabinet. On the progress report I wrote, 'Minimal Effort - Parent Conference Requested' I now have ammo for tomorrow's meeting. I hope it goes well.

Thursday February 8, 2001
I was fortunate enough to have 5 conferences scheduled in 5 different parts of the building at the same time this morning. They all were with parents who wanted to know about their child's poor grades. The last one was with the explosive woman who came for a meeting just prior to the bell ringing for the day. She was like jelly in my hands. I coated the fat pig up with butter and then I roasted her ass on the grill. By the end of the meeting she was ready to slap the shit out of her child and send me a check in the mail for my troubles. The music teacher, Ms. Green, noted to me privately that the woman had six kids already and was looking like she was ready to bust out a seventh. Ms. Green said, 'hasn't that fat whore learned what a condom is yet?' I had no comment.

My kids turned in their current events project today and the classes were fun. Some kids who are ordinarily tortoises climbed out of their shells to bitch at the other kids conclusions. The topics ranged from abortion to the death penalty to whether or not we should wear uniforms at school. Most of the presentations were great. However, some kids, who were not prepared, got grilled by the smart asses in the back rows. When a kid claimed that a kid who had committed a violent crime should be given the death penalty, one kid asked if they even knew the definition for first degree murder. Other kids just randomly jumped up and yelled out things like, 'you don't know anything, you retard.' It was a typical middle school moment.

Friday February 9, 2001
I am not a teacher.

I am an underpaid daycare monitor.

I blew my top today for the first time all year. The kids in my 3rd period class really pissed me off and I just lost it. On the way back from lunch, several kids had their bookbags turned inside out. Funny prank right? Except I got real angry because some kids had their personal items missing. Two really nice girls who sit in the back claimed that their projects were missing. They were found in the bottom of the garbage can ripped up. I got really fucking pissed off. What kind of kid would do this fucked up thing?

I read the riot act to the kids who may have been responsible. In fact, I'm pretty sure that a two of the kids were directly responsible. I gave them detentions and threatened to kick them out of school for 10 days until one of them confessed. I told the class that from now on we will only be doing book work, that the kids must stand in a line when we go to lunch and not talk. I instructed them that any violation of class rules would result in a detention. The kids reacted the way that I wanted them to. They looked real scared and didn't say a word.

When the next class came in I yelled at a kid for throwing paper. The kid, who is always puts up a tough front started to cry. I felt awful. On the way home, I looked at my ID badge that says 'teacher' and I thought, I'm no teacher; I've become everything that a teacher is not. I haven't felt this down since my days at the Shitter.

However, there were some funny things that happened today. First, a child was cursing at another student. When I confronted her, she exclaimed, 'I don't use profound language.' That much I already knew. Second, One kid gave his project and said the title was 'Why weed should be legal.' I said, 'Weed?' He said, 'You know, the chronic…' In his report, he said, 'smoking can help you with your coma.' Another kid asked, 'Coma?' He says, 'I mean glaucoma or something.'