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w January 30, 2003

Needed, Large Pit

In which to throw multiple young teenagers. Also needed, one large cat to kick sand over said pit.

I have pretty much had it up to my eyeballs in obnoxious behavior, snotty attitudes, the sheer sense of entitlement, the whining. God, how much do I hate the whining. Anyway, today's Huzzah is just so much not a huzzah, it's just me, well, whining.

The curious thing is, I'm not even the only one of my colleagues who feels this way...everyone is holding back the froth of spittle-inducing fury with these little brats. About the only thing that is keeping us sane is the knowledge that these little royal snits are going to get a serious comeuppance next year in high school. This is one of my huge problems with the whole middle school concept--we claim to be preparing them for high school, and yet they are coddled to the nth degree...but then punished wrathfully for the slightest transgression. Quite honestly, I suppose it isn't surprising that they have no sense of responsibility, consequences or self-directed behavior.

I don't purport to have the answers. It's just hard to get up and go to work every day and raise other people's kids when I have my own at home who needs raising...and from her, I get smiles and sweet noises, not rudeness and apathy. However. It's only four and a half more months, it can be done. Stay tuned to see if my head explodes. Should be a good show.

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