Forty-Sixth Entry

Apparantly, "shootin' for tomorrow" can also mean not tomorrow. Today he told me "hopefully tomorrow". I am beginning to think that these fuckers know exactly when my car is going to be ready, but instead of telling me straight up when, they are just lying to me and stringing me along. I am really going to go ballistic in two seconds.

I will never, ever, ever ever ever use this Body Shop ever again.

That felt good. Of course I realize that all the delays are out of their control(mis-delivered parts, etc.) and I just want a scapegoat for all this. I guess I should just blame it all on the guy who hit me.

Today was the worst subbing day in the history of subbing. The fifth graders at Washington are absolutely, unbelievably behaviorally challenged. They do not know how to respect someone, they do not know how to respect each other, and they just plain don't know anything about common decency. I feel really sorry for their regular teacher. She must have had a tough time with them at the beginning of the school year. They were such horrible kids!!!

Tomorrow, I go back to Washington, but for a different teacher and different grade...3rd. And we all know what that means!!! It means a reduced class size! Much easier to manage. 3rd graders are much more scared of authority figures and like the little incentives I can give them like class points or names off the board.

Wish me luck tomorrow with work and Bullet.