*sighs*

There is something very soothing about trimming laminate around strips of index card.

It's certainly an attractive alternative to dealing with Demon Child, about whom more later because the keyboard of the computer I'm at is very tiresome and the saga thus far about Demon Child is lengthy. And I've been working, what, a week now?

And the rest of them are so sweet. It shows up even more nicely with the profound contrast provided by Demon Child.

If you hear about a college student who's killed an eight-year-old and buried his body beneath the construction on the playground, that'd be me. Oops. They probably won't let me use the internet in prison, so you'll have to print out my friends page and mail it to me.

Okay, lunch. Must have lunch, mayhap. And nice try, but chocolate does not count as lunch.

*sighs*

There is something very soothing about trimming laminate around strips of index card.

It's certainly an attractive alternative to dealing with Demon Child, about whom more later because the keyboard of the computer I'm at is very tiresome and the saga thus far about Demon Child is lengthy. And I've been working, what, a week now?

And the rest of them are so sweet. It shows up even more nicely with the profound contrast provided by Demon Child.

If you hear about a college student who's killed an eight-year-old and buried his body beneath the construction on the playground, that'd be me. Oops. They probably won't let me use the internet in prison, so you'll have to print out my friends page and mail it to me.

Okay, lunch. Must have lunch, mayhap. And nice try, but chocolate does not count as lunch.

Demon Child

So, yesterday I show up at work at 11:15 and my twenty-one third graders are in then middle of writer's workshop. Twenty of them have a sheet of notebook paper in front of them, or, in the case of those over-achievers who always finish assignments early, the jar-shaped piece of paper which is clearly intended to go on a bulletin board.

One is eating a bagel and smearing cream cheese and jelly all over the place. That would be Demon Child.

I confront Demon Child. "What are you doing? Why are you eating? You're supposed to be working."

"This is my breakfast." Demon Child responds, mouth full of bagel.

( Cut for ungodly length )

Demon Child

So, yesterday I show up at work at 11:15 and my twenty-one third graders are in then middle of writer's workshop. Twenty of them have a sheet of notebook paper in front of them, or, in the case of those over-achievers who always finish assignments early, the jar-shaped piece of paper which is clearly intended to go on a bulletin board.

One is eating a bagel and smearing cream cheese and jelly all over the place. That would be Demon Child.

I confront Demon Child. "What are you doing? Why are you eating? You're supposed to be working."

"This is my breakfast." Demon Child responds, mouth full of bagel.

( Cut for ungodly length )