eliott

i keep going on educating the hobbits:
sometimes they look like a whole bunch of alley cats. don't they have any parents?
i always have to tell them not to call one another "bastard, fucker or virgin"...
anyway, yesterday i had a problem with a kid, the one who started the rebellion on friday and who thought he could go try it again, i had to send him away since i couldn't deal with him (couldn't stop talking: "stop looking at me, it's not me, i'm not talking, you're always punishing the same pupils, i tell you i'm not talking, stop saying it's me.....)
that was awful i couldn't stop him! what a good teacher i am... then i had the greatest idea: i phoned his mom!!!
and i win again!
the end.

well, my job sucks, i know, and one day i'll have enough money to breed mini goats and mini chinese pigs and open a pub where there will be lots of plants and lizards crawling freely on the wall and a pool in the middle full of turtles. and monkeys will cook some tapas.