... so tired ...

Oh my gosh, I am so sick of ninth graders. On Monday, Tamisha spat at -- and missed -- DaMarkus. On Wednesday, Tariq and Malik fought over picking colored pencils up off the floor. (Technically, they didn't fight in my room. The fight started in my room, Security took them away, and they fought 15 minutes later during A Lunch. Apparently, Security operates under a catch-and-release policy these days.) Today, Cimone and Marolise were bickering, as usual. Cimone pouted and sent angry text messages until 10:30 and then said she would finish after school. When I told her no, it was due at the end of class, she cried, "But how will I finish it?" I dunno'. I assumed you had a plan. (I'll let her do it, but not until I have entered her bad progress report grade.)

They are so hyper and sick of school and grumpy. And I am so tired and sick of school and grumpy. That one bit of dissonance is a huge problem.

On the bright side, though, the yearbook is finished and I don't have to teach that class next year.