Oh yeah, go piss off the pregnant lady...
Jun. 16th, 2008 09:56 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
franceslievensToday was in many ways a non-fun day. At school I heard I had to hand in my grades today. I knew I had to hand them in earlier this time, but was focussing on Friday. That way I'd be able to do a test with the sixth graders on Friday, grade it during lunch break and hand in the marks at the end of the day. The reason I had to do that, was the anger of last Friday: the sixth grade teacher lets us know on Friday her kids won't be in our class the next Monday because they've got these standardised tests to do. She could have told us earlier, so I would have put this into my schedule. So tomorrow morning I'll be adding and dividing numbers to get my marks in on time by email. The sixth grade (lucky them) won't have to do their test, because they weren't in my class to be able to do it.
Returning home this was all mulling through my head, together with the bloody disobedient kids. Polite as I am, I was standing at the crossing, waiting for a couple of cars to pass. All of them had seen me. None of them wanted to stop. But the last one, a big SUV with two thugs inside, frankly was too much. Slowly driving past, the guy behind the wheel turned his head towards me, grinned, and flipped his middle finger. Had he been standing on the street, I'd slapped him in the face. What was he thinking? That I was too stupid to jump in front of his car? My middle finger aimed at his rear view mirror, didn't relieve my anger, nor does writing all this down. I hope those last school weeks will be quickly over.
Returning home this was all mulling through my head, together with the bloody disobedient kids. Polite as I am, I was standing at the crossing, waiting for a couple of cars to pass. All of them had seen me. None of them wanted to stop. But the last one, a big SUV with two thugs inside, frankly was too much. Slowly driving past, the guy behind the wheel turned his head towards me, grinned, and flipped his middle finger. Had he been standing on the street, I'd slapped him in the face. What was he thinking? That I was too stupid to jump in front of his car? My middle finger aimed at his rear view mirror, didn't relieve my anger, nor does writing all this down. I hope those last school weeks will be quickly over.
