Spunkalicious

I ran into one of the veteran English teachers while at the copy machine yesterday afternoon. He asked me how things were going. My reply was that there was a week left and I was still standing. What was I supposed to say: the truth? Sometimes I am treated like such crap that I want to crawl into a little ball and, well, bawl? He told me that I had spunk. We'll see if "spunk" gets me through next year.

Hell, we'll see if it gets me through the summer. I found out I get to teach rising Freshman who need extra skills. It's a chance to be "creative"; read: create a new curriculum, again. I'm still waiting to do something again so I don't have to keep starting from scratch. I guess the students will rotate through 3-4 classes per day. So, I'll only have to create one one-hour lesson per day, but it means I'll have God-knows how many students. I was looking forward to having 40 instead of 180.

On Monday, I'll try to figure out if this class has existed before so I hit the previous victi-- volunteer -- up for some help.