My classroom is a furnace with no exhaust. My children are naughty with no remorse. My nose is running with no place to go but down. My head is pounding outwards to the size of Texas. My team is dancing to the Electric Slide and the Macarrana. I thought I left the Wicked Witch elsewhere, but alas, I've become her. Too bad the Wicked Witch has no powers in Munchkinland. I take comfort in the fact that my dear little Munchkins haven't encountered my flying monkeys yet.
Monday, August 25, 2008
Melting the Wicked Witch of the West
Posted by Esther at 9:45 PM
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Your first day was THAT bad, huh? That pretty much sounds like the 4th grade teacher who has my class from last year. Well, let's get together to commiserate soon...
I'm so sorry. I can feel your pain (figuratively as far as the hot classroom and naughty children, literally as far as the Texas-head and the running nose).
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