I told my students this morning that I hated them all.

Ok, maybe I didn't use those words exactly, but it's what I meant - and well, I mostly meant it for at least for a few of them who are pissing me off lately because they're acting like entitled brats and not responsible seniors. I was pissy and told them so. Grow up, show up to school when you're supposed to, stop slacking in class and do your friggin' work.

Seriously - I'm not sending them off into the "real world" acting like this. Assuming they last until graduation,of course. They're capable of doing the work - they just have no real work ethic. And that pisses me off.

And then they laughed at me and told me that even when I'm trying to be mean, I'm just too nice. My voice isn't mean. I'm still somehow smiling through the scowl. And that Miss, didn't you know? People always walk all over the nice ones. Which made me even angrier with them, because I was mad, dammit, and I wanted them to feel my wrath!

Grrrr!

I've been in a foul mood, and now I need to practice being mean because they can't take me seriously? Because I don't already have a list of shit-to-do that's the size of a small novel... WTF?

I told them that their kids were going to come to this school in 20 years and bitch about mean Ms. L and that I'm going to be an old, bitter hag of a teacher and it's going to be all their fault.

I'm amazed that I don't drink more than I already do.

Grrrrr.