I love them, but I could absolutely bury each and every last one of them today. Without shedding a single tear.
My last class my coteacher didn't even show up. Which would have been fine, if this wasn't National Let's Trample the Teacher and Ruin Her Life Day.
I ended up just giving up on, "How much is it?" and teaching them that ol' XYZ (examine your zipper) trick from elementary school instead. Then I set them loose to begin their reign of terror in the hallways five minutes before the bell.
Bring on the beer. For FUCK sake, bring on the beer.
I do, however, like this drawing a student did on the table.