Wednesday May 2, 2001
I am really, really getting sick of school. I can not wait for the year to end only to….start summer school. Today I was informed that I probably will be teaching summer school, although I won't hold my breath.

The day began with a student telling me that the child of the parent from hell told her that I was talking bad about her. I told the student that my style is to say things to her face, and she acknowledged that she knew what the asshole kid of the asshole parent said was false.

Unfortunately, that was not the last of the asshole parent. I got a letter today addressed to the counselor. The asshole parent wanted to know if she could ask me to write down the assignments for his child. She came upstairs and I told her that the father needs to remove his lips from his son's ass and tell his kid to write it himself. I can't believe that after this man cussed me out, he now wants me to bend over and write down what the kid is supposed to do. Take some responsibility, Jesus!

As usual, our department head never showed up for the meeting this morning. She is a total loser and needs to be replaced with someone with an ounce of competence.

The last period of the day I had 7th graders. It is my only class that sucks. These kids can barely control themselves and today I must have issued 4 detentions and called a few parents. One kid was in foster care and was new to our school, so it is kind of hard to discipline kids who have no real structure of family life to call their own, other than a transient family. I need to just make it through the next month with these kids in order to keep my sanity.

Some of the best answers I got so far this week were the following:
How long is a basketball court? 15 minutes
Who is the player who may come out of retirement to play with Michael Jordan? Patrick Union
These kids rock.

Wednesday May 9, 2001
The end of the school year is so fucking near that I can taste it. Unfortunately, the kids can kind of taste it too. They have been off the wall a bit and it is really hard to calm them down.

Some kids who have moved up from the 7th grade to the 8th grade are doing nothing in my class. Not a damn thing. It makes me wonder how the fuck these kids got promoted anyway.

The competency testing scores came back today and our school totally kicked ass. This is despite several girls in my class standing up and proclaiming that they 'are the true Batman and the other is an phony.' This activity was done while draping a makeshift cape around their necks.

Our department head continues to talk at us instead of to us. This is boring and tiresome. I hope they replace her lousy ass with someone who commands a bit of more respect. She sucks big balls.

Progress reports came out today. They have spaces for 7 periods but our kids only have 6 classes. Some of the kids use the last period to write out their own comments. One kid wrote the class she took was 'Friendship' and got a 'Borderline/Failing' grade. In the comment section she wrote and said that she needed to improve her behavior with her friends. Another student indicated that they are taking a class called 'FreeStyle.' Whatever the fuck that means.

I may be working summer school and I start my new class for my administrative certificate tomorrow. I hope that I can whip through the classes and get an administrative job as soon as possible. I gave my principal a letter of intent to become an administrator and I also heard about a possible opening for next year. I will just have to be patient and wait and see.

Friday May 11, 2001
This week has just been absofuckinglutely crazy. I was in the principal's office two times on Thursday for conferences. The parent from hell wrote another letter asking why I could not write down his child's assignment for him. Finally, the principal called me in for an explanation. I told him that it was not my responsibility to write down a child's assignment when it was on the board and that I felt that the child would understand it better if he wrote it himself. To make a real long story short, I ended up having to write the damn thing down for the child and giving him an extension on the project. I fucking hate that asshole parent, because the whole reason that I wrote it down was because the father could not understand what to do. The son was having a hard time explaining it to his father, so this became my problem.

I was then next in the office to report a threat made by another student. One little girl, Wanda, told me she was threatened by a sumo wrestler-type girl named Abigail. Wanda said Abigail told her she was going to 'stab her five times.' When I asked Abigail if that is what she said, Abigail said, 'not exactly.' When pressed, Abigail reported the exact quote was 'I am going to stab you five times, Bitch!' Details… We had a major 8th grade picnic today and it was a total blast. Good food and water balloon fights all over the place. It was nice to see the kids cut loose a bit. Another teacher reported to me that the Department head reported to her that I, along with others, had gone to the principal and reported that she 'doesn't do anything.' Actually, I never went to the principal but others who she did not suspect went and spoke with him. As for her, I really don't need to say anything, because her actions speak for themselves.

I started my leadership class and am looking forward to getting out of the classroom and getting a better opportunity. I dig teaching but want to make some more money and have a growth opportunity. I still also want to make a difference with kids so this may be the right path.