One of the parts of my job I have come to dislike... Progress Reports. That is what sucks about working w/HS kids in a college. Yeah, I get to act like a college prof/instructor, but I still have to do HS stuff. Like Progress Reports. Damn Progress Reports. It's too bad I just can't give them all 80s or 50s. If only!
Anyways... in addition to (fuckin') Progress Reports, this is also the week I have to smack around some kids. Because of PRs, I'll have to be like "What the hell are you doing?!?! Why do you have a such-and-such in such-and-such!?!" And "Why aren't you going to class!?!? Do you want to fail again!?!?" Yeah. No fun. Life would be so much simpler if I could just be "the cool one" or "the nice one" all the time, instead of "the bipolar one" who "seems nice, but is a serious bitch". Yeah. That's me.
On top of work mess, it seems I was returned a car w/"issues". The drivers side rear tire keeps deflating and the drivers side passenger window control doesn't work. So yes, I have my car, but it's acting up. Sucks. But at least Gino is back w/his Momma (me). I'm trying to keep up my spirits. For his sake.
Ever have one of those weekends where things seem to be going really well? I did. Well, aside from a snag or two, my weekend was really pleasant. I hung out w/friends on Friday and family all Saturday and Sunday. Also, tennis... was pretty cool. My instructor is nice, friendly, understanding, and entertaining. So, I guess I'm 1 for 2 on the "cool ass instructors" checklist. Rock on!
So, wish me luck this luck. I have a feeling I'll need it.
Countdown to weekend: 4 days left (sure it's only 3pm, but the hard part of the day is already over).
2 comments:
It's a necessary evil. Don't worry, they forgive you for their PRs...if they even give a flying fuck to begin with.
Oh man, I had totally forgotten about progress reports. I'm so glad I don't have to go through those again. Ugh. I don't envy you at all.
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