There is nothing worse than making a student cry. Unless it’s making the wrong student cry. As the Theatre Arts teacher here in Middle mind, I have a chain of command. Today, I took out the chain and made lil’Maria cry because she had band practice. We have a strict policy that all conflicts must be approved in advance. I didn’t know it, but she told the stage manager yesterday. The stage manager told me today, three minutes before rehearsal. I tracked Maria down like she had WMD in her pocket, read her the riot act, which includes such familiar phrases as “wasting my time and the time of your cast and crew”, the ever frightening and tear-causing “replaceable” So, anyway, she cried and told me about the chain of command, which I now wear between by legs. But only until I tear into that stage manager tomorrow. Justice is righteous. Normally, no one but my cats would be privy to this info. But it is only slightly more interesting than lunch in the lounge.

Why are teachers such bitches? Because we can be…

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Comments

Napalm Bikini Girl with Machine Gun

2004-04-12T20:01:02.000Z

Le is a nice girl, but she doesn’t wear pants.  Nope, she doesn’t wear them, not ever.

Punky

2004-04-14T20:28:50.000Z

Now I’ve got that “Tears of a Clown” song stuck in my head.  Not that that is a problem, since it’s a great song, but I can only remember that one little part in the middle:

But don’t let my glad expression
give you the wrong impression
Really I’m sad
I’m sadder than sad
You’re gone and I’m hurtin’ so bad
Like a clown I pretend to be glad

I can’t remember the beginning or anything after that and it’s driving me insane!  I’m gonna have to bite somebody when they get home.  Perhaps Tim.  Yes, I’ll bite Tim.  Then I’ll feel better.

Tim

2004-04-16T02:46:01.000Z

Stay away from my porkrinds Bitch!

The Hanging Noble Savage

2004-10-18T16:46:15.000Z

I saw a man throw up the other day.
It caused a little girl to start crying.
Her mother started yelling at her to stop.
The man started laughing.
The mother started yelling at him.
Then he began to cry.
This made the little girl laugh.
The man ran away crying with his arms thrust straight down by his sides.
He ran into a fat lady.
The fat lady started to yell.
This made the mother laugh.
The fat lady started hitting the man with her umbrella.
This made the little girl laugh so hard she couldn’t breathe.
The mother started hitting the little girl on the back.
The fat lady’s umbrella popped open.
And the little girl throw up.
Over and over.
A bottomless pit.
The mother started yelling and crying.
Her back against the wall she slid down to her butt.
The fat lady closed her umbrella and poked the little girl in the side.
The little girl giggled.
So she poked her again.
She giggled a little more.
Satisfied, the fat lady started to walk off.
She slipped in the vomit.
But she didn’t fall.
The man, the mother and the little girl laughed at the fat lady.
The fat lady hit them all with her umbrella.
Then she turned to walk off.
But she slipped in the vomit again and went down with a squish.
They all laughed harder that ever.
Even the fat lady.
I started to cry.
It was all so beautiful.
Jutice is a Square.

Mica

2005-03-23T02:30:08.000Z

Le, or Ms.Easter,

Bah! Don’t feel bad, you’re a tough ass director who knows what she wants. Oh, I’ve got pictures from the last show I did. We did a musical called “Once Upon A Mattress” and I just got a part in the show “Addict”…I’m nervous…this is the first play where I actually have lines *shock*…anyways, I miss you, and keep being tough to those middle school actors, they know what they got themselves into otherwise they wouldn’t have auditioned. ;)
Mica,