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.

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In the name of Allah, the Beneficent, the Merciful * 1
Praise be to Allah, Lord of the Worlds * 2
The Beneficent, the Merciful * 3
Owner of the Day of Judgment * 4
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