really.

man, mock seven on the prep, the day goes from 7 until 11, and I feel guilty about the two hours I give myself to watch trashy trashy tv. and of course, I alternate enough between loving and hating the students to alternate between security that this is exactly what I want to be doing, and that the pure knowledge that this will kill me. death to over-preparers who want the copy center to stand at attention when they are near. cool phrases to know:

si, en dos lados... todo en una pagina, por favor.

diesiocho copias, por favor.

ustedes tienen las copias para mis tres clases, pero mis estudiates dijeron que no hay estas reservas. Donde estan, y porque mis estudiantes no puedan encontrarlos?

si, soy profesora. pro-fes-ora. no estudiante. Enseno pricipio, composition, y structura. Pro-fes-ora.

And on top of it all, I got in a massive fight with a red pen today. It bled on me, stuck pig fashion. The humidity fucks with great pens, something else to know.