Down the River

01.24.07
8:45 pm

David says it's like making faces in a mirror. Or like dancing alone in your room. Almost like the kids aren't even there at all.

I think he's right.

It's an odd situation, no doubt.

Today, my tough afternoon class called me crazy. So I was. For forty minutes. Screaming, whispering, hitting things, twitching, mumbling. Well they actually behaved. Granted i was threatening to slit throat and what. In retrospect, I suspect that it was a temporary solution for a long term problem. And it probably aggravated the problem. Oh well, next time I'll just send a couple kids to the office. Crack down. You know, make an example. Proverbial heads on proverbial stakes.

As long as the kids fear me, that's all I want.

This is an A Heart of Darkness kind of life. Forget human decency. I've gotta survive.


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I forgot to mention. The girl I replaced was crazy. Or retarded. Or inbred. Maybe all of the above. I've heard a few stories. Everyone agrees. There's one that involves human feces on the wall. I won't go into detail. She made origami birds all day. Well I'd rather not meet the girl. I prefer my mental image. She quit after three months. Shipped herself home again.

Well I get to teach her old classes. I think that may explain a few things...