Where am I?!?

So yesterday I walk out into the hall because the 6th graders are being loud. Then I see the teacher with gloves on. Turns out almost all of the 6th graders are breaking out in some rash and itching like crazy. Awesome.

I helped calm a few hysterical kids down but then had to go back to teach.

The end of the day: I hear one of the other English teachers say, "I think those girls are fighting." I look over and 2 girls arms are flailing at each other and pulling hair.

I run over with another teacher and we pull them apart, meanwhile I get nailed in the arm. I have a bruise, but it's not too bad. What a day. I had a few drinks.

What a Week!

My kids decided they would turn into demon spawn this week. From Hell. Every other teacher said the same thing, so I guess they're spiking the water or something.

Yesterday I had a kid tell me " I'mma 'bout to go off on you" and then shooed me away with her hand, saying, "Go on. Go back to class." Good times.

But tomorrow is Friday. Tomorrow is Friday. Tomorrow is Friday.