Mysterious calm today as the 8th graders took a test which will determine whether or not they can get into one of B'more's exceptional academic high schools. If they fail to make the grade they can slip in on a lottery appointment with some luck, or they end up at their zone school, the dreaded Doug.
Some punk ass mofo wrote on my laptop with a marker--shit washed right off, but man I was not pleased. Somebody else got into my desk drawer and stole my nice GEL pens. I'mma jack them up tomorrow, because I know somebody is going to pull one out and use it in my class and I will dangle them out the window until I get a confession or find out their supplier's name.
Some of my Donor's Choose books arrived. The kids are ga-ga for Harry Potter and Captain Underpants. Sometime next week we'll be writing thank-you notes and taking pics.