seño had a terrible day. This being a teacher is shit, some of my readers already know from experience, and another gun because I can not stop complaining.
Since I work in Manchester I have missed more respect in a few months in my entire fucking life. I guess you get used to, but I still did not get used. Today one of my students gave me the day, and how. It's nine o'clock at night and I'm still paying the wrong that has left the son of a bitch.
At this point I can not be more screwed up and I think you have to take it a bit of humor, but only a little, not much left after dealing with these Kaffirs. So before I fall into depression in a rap that put us in a communication education conference I attended recently. I looked, you know, on you tube, and here it is. Hear him: