Two of the girls walked by today and said how they were going to be wild when they come for their final Thursday. Considering that this is the girl who was in class with her hands on the sides of her chair, rocking her entire desk back and forth violently and making seal noises. I should've thrown her out. Or brought the drug dogs and/or men in the white coats. And the thing is that she's in another class I have and she's a normal human. In fact, I quite like her. But not when she's one of four girls in a class of boys who are a potent mixture all on their own.
Two more hours. It will take them 2.4 seconds to finish their final (if they don't immediately throw it onto the floor) and then I will have them swinging from the ceiling. I plan to show them the rest of Osmosis Jones. And if they get on my nerves I will throw them out onto the porch. Every single last one of them if it comes to that.
Did I mention how I didn't give them brownies last week? I am alternately pleased with my bitchiness and horrified at my bitchiness. But then if I have to hear about how I'm tripping on enforcing simple rules my head might explode.