Meg's Musings

After School Phone Conversation with Angry Parent Which Briefly Boiled My Blood Too But I Decided To Come Home And Boil Rice Instead

Internal Mantra:

I love this child. Her parent does not have to love me. I teach for love of God. Lord show me how to love her.

I love this child. Her parent wants my guts on the table. I teach for the love of God. Lord help me not to reciprocate.

I love this child. I will pretend this conversation is far in the past tomorrow. I teach for the love of God. Lord help me.

I love this child. I teach for the love of God. Lord HELP ME.

I love students. For the love of God, Lord help me.

For the love of God, LORD HELP ME!

LORD HELP ME!

Good *^*%%^!

FOR THE LOVE OF GOD!

Then she hung up on me. Eh, sometimes the dark side wins.


There. That was honest.

posted by Me @ 18:22