Taylor the Teacher

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Today I thought I was going to have an aneurysm and shoot blood out my ears straight out of the tubes, all over my Floyd flag and Declaration of Independence. End of the quarter progress reports always do this to me. Plus, since the district now dictates how many tests I’m supposed to give, I had to squeeze another one in before the quarter was over. Before the UNIT was over.

Nadine ~yes, there are other dolls in this head~ started in on her shit about about how this lack of pacing is my fault because I SUCK as a teacher. But just in time I remembered that I intended to fuck their standards. So I threw Nadine across the kitchen and trapped her under the cabinet. ~because i’m a bad ass~

I’ve told her not to start shit when I’m flirting with my husband. ~oh, and watching the stooges, reluctantly~

Then, there was a monkey with a gun. They had to tickle Curly’s foot to calm him down because he smelled some wild hyacinth. I learned that Curly looks like a completely different person upside down. ~with his head stuck in a stadium chair~

There is simply no explanation for the way Curly acts.

It’s deliciously ridiculous.

Why didn’t I ever give The Stooges a chance before? ~i’m an educated female?~

I’d elaborate on the thoughts I had about restructuring the film class around comedies, but I’ll have to think about that later. ~i’m pretty sure that was going somewhere better than nadine’s pacing concerns, however~ Spring Break is almost here. Besides, the blood vessels in my head are still recovering from the end-of-quarter work out.

So, I’m off for more flirting with the husband.