Wow. I guess my night/weekend minutes don't start until 9 pm. Heh...silly me...also, impoverished me...

My classes are going well. If my brain were a little less fried, I would be able to describe the quantative ways in which they are going well. However, to a great extent, I underestimated how dumb kids are. I was worried that they were going to surpass my (meager) learning abilities in physics/algebra ii...now I'm worried that I'm not going to be able to get to trigonometry this year. Some of my math students(16 year olds, mind you) still hold fast to the principle that 3/4 < -1. Some of my physics class told me in a forthright manner that theoretical physicists study only things which cannot be observed. All of my classes ask questions like "Should I be taking notes on this?" (yes), or "Is this an open book test?" (no), or "I forgot my pencil. Can you give me a pencil?" (can you give me a dollar?). At the end of the day, my high school classroom is littered with gum wrappers, textbooks, notebooks, small pieces of paper, staples, and, around one or two desks, a fine layer of what looks like potting soil (wtf?!). I'm going to have to give them a "I am not your mom!" speech. Ah yes. But I'll have my revenge...I'm making them go up to the board to demonstrate problems. Mwahahahaha! All right, I promise not to blog about my petty efforts at revenge ever again. I swear, it's like trying to get back at the Mongol hordes with a pocket-sized squirt gun...