For Joe...

Shout out to Stef-a-poo-poo. He wanted a new post. So here ya go.

There are many things I am tempted to write about tonight. I have a lot on my mind. Nothing bad. Nothing melodramatic enough to blog it. I haven't yet found the right use for this thing. It's not a diary...well it shouldn't be. I am well aware that some people use it as one. God knows what some teenager has plucked out from his keyboard about me...some God awful half-truth about me..."Oh that fat bitch..." Yeah, something like that...a HALF-truth...you decide which half is which.

I could spin some tales of my own. Some classroom horror stories ranging from blatant incompetence... "Boo Radley is, like, black, right?" ..."Wrong." To what basically borders on emotional abuse...an iron man competition between me and a 15 year old mental midget with acne... "GET OUT OF MY CLASSROOM!" ..."Yeah, well it doesn't matter! It's not like I respect authority." ... "Well, goodness, %^&* that's the smartest, most perceptive thing you've said all year."

I hear that prison is hard time...grueling, back-breaking Brokeback Mountain type work... 25 years for a full pension and health insurance in the instution of education - not the big house, but the school house, isn't much better.



How was that Joe? Somewhat ranty, but that's what I'm doing right now, so that's all I got.