In my continuing effort to document the hardest year of my life, I'm up at almost midnight doing nothing. I got home from class at 9:30, and have fucked off on the internet for wayyy too long...
Talked to my Aunt Cindy for about half an hour; my mother's family is so chatty so I can't wait to see them for Thanksgiving.

So I missed first period today because I had a pretty bad headache when I woke up; around seventh period one of my first period students, Luis, actually stops by to grumpily ask where I was and demand that I show up tomorrow so he can take the test. Warmed my terrible little heart. Of course then Jose, who has decided to show up to class three days before the marking period ends, decided to be a total asshole. Our conversation went something like this:

"Jose, you are talking during the test and distracing the other students; is there some reason you decided to show up to class today?"
"Miss, I'm *in* this class"
"I'm aware of that, but you know that there is no possible way for you to pass when you've skipped every single other day. Not to mention the time last week when you showed up, told me your name wasn't Jose, and then walked out. That doesn't look good to your teachers at all, really."
"You mean I really can't pass at all?"
"No, you really can't pass at all-there's always next term. How about you just sit at the back of the class, stare at the test, and try not to be disruptive"

At this point he grumbles something like 'fuck this' or whatever the hell else might come to him and ambles off to his desk where he proceeds to text on his sidekick for the next thirty minutes. Nothing gained, nothing lost. See you next term, Jose.