Mean lady

Today is one of those days. Apparently I woke up on the wrong side of the bed, as the old saying goes. I should really have some sort of sign warning the students. Perhaps a big scarlet "B" pinned to my uniform shirt.

My 7th graders, for the first time this year, experienced the Mean Teacher Look...the level, silent stare which was visited upon one notoriously snotty student whose penchant for addressing teachers as though they are his servants did him no favors today. He actually stopped speaking mid-word, possibly forced into silence by the collective will of his classmates as well as my Look of Death.

I'm also having one of those days where I'm pretty sure my words are in English when they leave my mouth, but apparently they're getting changed to Swahili or anicent Greek by the time they actually reach some (yes, native English speakers') ears.

I've had to almost physically stop myself from grabbing a few choice individuals by the head and saying, loudly and slowly, "YOU NEED TO LIIIIIIIIIIIIISTENNNNNNN!!!!!"

At one point I did say, quote, "AAAAAAAAARGHHHH!" which translates in nearly any language to "Good God, man, how do you manage to put PANTS on correctly in the morning?!"