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The kids were absolute little shits today. Just...complete little bastards. It's a miracle I made it out of there without throttling someone.

E---'s dad (the one who looks/acts like Tico that I have a severely inappropriate crush on but COME ON, he LOOKS AND ACTS LIKE TICO so it's understandable) was pissy and didn't say hi. I didn't pout but I wanted to. Heh.

Yoga's in the gym on Wednesdays so we had to go to the library. Student council, who are the usual reason we go to the library because they meet in the gym, had a meeting today but since they couldn't use the gym they came to the library. As the teacher who runs council was asking me if I could keep the kids away from a couple of the tables so we could share the library, a parent who was signing her kids in (two of my favorite kids, hands-down) tapped me on the shoulder to tell me someone was crying.

Lovely. Got things squared away with student council.

The kid, a kindergartner, was crying because when he was trying to watch E--- and R--- and one other kid playing Game Boy he "accidentally breathed on N--------" and then N-------- breathed on him.

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Video games are now banned, by order of Jen (my boss). Fabulous. And ten minutes after banning them, she left to bring the kindergartners to school, leaving me to handle all the "Since we have them here, can we just play with them today, and not bring them tomorrow?"/"That's not fair, they weren't even playing"/"Are you sure we can't bring them tomorrow?"

One of the boys was actually very calm and reasonable about it, so I told him to not ask again today, to not bring them tomorrow or Friday, and then to ask nicely on Monday.

Then student council came in, and I had to keep the kids quiet so they could actually have their meeting.

THAT was fun. Oh Hells yes. And on top of all that I had to make sure C---- did his homework (and there's a part of me that wants to bitch about parents who don't make sure they do it at home, but...eh. And C----'s a good kid, at least). I swear to fucking God every time I turned my back on the group I'd just told to keep it down so I could tell ANOTHER group to keep it down, the first group got noisy again.

At the very least, my boys were behaving. They're fifth-graders, and...they're typical fifth-grade boys. Question everything I tell them, run around, do exactly what it is they're not supposed to. But...two of them are really good kids, in that they only mess with me enough to make me laugh, they get that there's a line (the line is generally "If I have to stand up, this will not be pretty"). The third is a real dick but stays in line fairly well with the other two.

Uuuuurgh I couldn't get out of there soon enough. And ten bucks E--- brings his GameBoy tomorrow and I have to lecture him in front of his dad.

*sigh* Naptime. Maybe today I'll actually get up when it's time for lunch.

Little bastards of an entirely different sort

*sigh*

I've been sitting here staring at the last sentence of a fic I started Monday night for ten minutes.

I know where I want it to go. It just won't go there. It won't go anywhere.

Little bastard.

I have the same problem with Rescuer. I see where it's going, I can even run through in my head how to get it there...but it won't move. And Conscience.

*glares at the musi* *whips out a cattle prod* So which of you bastards wants to try me today, huh? Get the fuck to work.

Note to self: There is a reason you never sit at the aisle end of a row in the computer lab. That reason is that 100% of the time, the other people in the row need to print out 300 different things and like going to get them all from the printer in separate trips.