Today is such a f*cking shit smear. Forget anything kind I've ever said about humans and get over my bullsh*t stance on not complaining. Here's why:
1) Two weeks ago, a three-hour and ten minute meeting to "brainstorm" about "process". Then a fourteen-hour day, largely spent talking with parents about why little Susie is a "modest scholar."
2) Then an eighty-hour week, sixty-four of which were spent in the woods with little idiots, talking about feelings and getting bitten by spiders. EIGHT spider bites. SIXTEEN tiny fang marks.
3) This week, in addition to attending three after-school meetings and completing interim report cards (which is surely a punishment from the fifth circle of hell), I have been informed that the classes I was hired to make academically rigorous are now too hard, even though they are the same as they were last year.
4) Now, even though I have made it absolutely clear that talking about feelings is my least favorite thing, I have been "asked" to be a group leader for the "Difficult Discussions" program - a bullsh*t enterprise that trains students to be "issues facilitators." I'm retching. AND they meet at night. For HOURS.
F*ck it. I'll just scrap everything and teach the students how to macrame while singing kumbaya, since that is clearly where all this is headed.