I didn't know what tired was til I learned what tired is

My first week as a Brooklyn teacher is over, over, over. I live for days that start at school at 7:00 am, and end my pre-class planning at 10:00 pm. I got to tell a student to go see the dean because she was hypothesizing to another student that my ass is smaller than the co-teacher's (a tiny Indian man named Mr. Paul). "Millie, get out of my class and go see the dean""But Miss, I was talking about someone else's butt"

Do you know 117 ways to pass the earth science regents? Neither do my students.

List of favorite things:
1. cheap dollar store coffee
2. $3.49 hamburger specials at god bless that are sure to give me mad cow (or mad-whatever animal-is-in-there)
3. the old man across the street who sits at his window and looks out on the street all day. occasionally he puts a stereo in the window and plays polish music really loudly. these are good days.