Day 12. Again.

There is no eternity as long as the eternity that also anchors us in seclusion. And here I still am. Waiting. Anchored in my seclusion.

I find myself passing the time researching lobotomies and grading papers. Perhaps there is a correlation? Soon your parents will be here. That takes some bravery I suppose, knowing that I have already met their children. Perhaps they will be in disguise?

I will write part two in the morning. Alas that seems like just hours from now. And like an eternity, all points on a timeline are just out of reach. I exist now, in preparation to witness the Mary Shelleys of Cypress Bay, for I have already met her monsters.

FIN part 1

Day 13. Again.

I spent the night curled up under my desk like a glorious hairless cat, waking up only once as the custodians dusted around me. Open House always ends late and I see no reason to drive home, only to come back fifteen minutes later.

The parents I met were surprisingly kind and normal looking. I had expected them to be worn down, and perhaps even physically scarred by the charitable act of raising the types of kids that slink around my classroom.

AP Government was supposed to take a quiz, but I was unable to summon the type of vindictiveness, and petty cruelty that goes into a really good quiz. I hope to be well rested after the three day weekend, and have the time to craft something truly harsh and spiteful. Perhaps a one question quiz with multiple answers and 34 answer choices.

AICE Global Perspectives Model UN was given ONE assignment that lacked the academic vigor of annotated bibliographies and they instantly turned the class into a math study hall. Hopefully they are good with integers, because two negative grades is still a negative.

I've included a picture of myself during my planning period in my "grading and quiz writing" outfit that I keep specifically for getting into the grading and quiz writing mood. Friday should be fun.