All I hear is a high pitching mewwing sound---I cannot even make out the words. I am Charlile Brown, and the kids making these sounds are the teacher. This whining began early this morning, with my son, Gus, meowing in his ultra fem, high pitched, voice. Why?? He knows there are turkey cold cuts in the fridge. He is obsessed and has been known to pull them out and rip open the bag. He is a binge eater of healthy proteins. That was annoying and I am totally enabling the morning begging, as i throw him (and Sheba) some scraps.
The whining continued this morning with some of my students. Imagine nails on a chalboard, times it by 20, then do it all over again. Sometimes the whining is accompanied by an expression that can best be described as the face of constipation.
These are the days as wish that
1. When I do have kids that don't have four legs, a tail and poop in a box, they are boys who do not whine.
2. I could drink at work.
3. Really scream out the window, loud enough for people to rush into my classroom thinking I am having a psychotic break, when really, I am just letting off steam.
4. I could tell the kids what I was really thinking as opposed to keeping a straight face and maintaining patience in my voice.
AAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGG!
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