I never expected to be an old fashioned teacher.
Well, I'm not.
I guess the girls are just old fashioned.
The chattering, throwing notes to each other when I turn my head, gazing out of the window for ages and the giggling.
They know their stuff, though. Perfect homework, so they're interested in the subject.
This week they were ytalking so much that they didn't even realise they were talking louder and louder.
I warned.
Warned again...
And then I got so very mad that I threw them out.
Ugh...
Thursday, 21 February 2008
Sunday, 17 February 2008
unconscious mutterings
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