I just watched the Habs defy the odds yet again to force a final, decisive game 7 in Pittsburgh... Crosby is gay!?
Disturbing things happen when I take a dump in the teachers bathroom. I may be scarred for life... Ressurection of Freud?!
I'm sick and tired of taking the bus home with my principal. He considers it his duty to tell me where to sit. Which always ends up being in the back of the bus, and because of the tiny ass roads it drives on I practically fly out of my seat with every bump it hits. My stomach literally convulses in pain at times. Tests should come back soon, I pray I don't have an ulcer... What's going on in there?!
I have to teach this little conversation book to my students this year, it's not bad but I'd rather do my own thing. Today I have 3 classes dedicated to it. The students like it, I turn the dialogues into wierd roleplays with funny sunglasses... I'm KANYE bitches?!
Volleyball tomorrow.... PLEASE?!
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