Heather Mooney, Schoolmarm

2003-10-18T16:46:00.000-07:00

Another Saturday night and I ain't got nobody. . . .

Remember when Cat Stevens was cool? Before he got all, you know, stupid and stuff?

Tuesday night: Parent Conferences.

Note to self: Take deep breaths and keep smiling.

Most of the parents are lovely people who truly care about their child and want to do their utmost to help.

Too bad their memory is overshadowed by those chain-smoking welfare assholes who want the school to feed, clothe, and accommodate their child. "Educate" is not on their list of priorities. That's too damn HARD.

2003-09-25T21:13:00.000-07:00

Hello! You have reached the automated answering service of your
school.

In order to assist you in connecting the right staff member, please
listen to all your options before making a selection:

To lie about why your child is absent - Press 1

To make excuses for why your child did not do his work - Press 2

To complain about what we do-Press 3

To swear at staff members - Press 4

To ask why you didn't get information that was already enclosed in your
newsletter and several flyers mailed to you - Press 5

If you want us to raise your child - Press 6

If you want to reach out and touch, slap or hit someone - Press 7

To request another teacher for the third time this year - Press 8

To complain about bus transportation - Press 9

To complain about school lunches - Press 0

If you realize this is the real world and your child must be
accountable/responsible for his/her own behavior,
class work, homework, and that it's not the teachers' fault for your
child(ren)'s lack of effort, hang up and have a nice day!"

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2003-09-17T17:55:00.000-07:00

Standardized tests are nothing but Satanic fecal matter. Some 75-year-old guy who has never taught a day in his life and who hasn't set foot inside a school since his own school days, teams up with a 22-year-old education major who thinks school is exactly like the textbook examples, and their offspring is a demon who shits ossified opinion all over our kids.

You can't say my opinions can't be proven, now can you. . . . . .

One of the words my seventh-graders were supposed to figure out from context was 'lust.' And none of the choices was THAT choice, either. They might have known that one.

And another one was 'Feast of Pentecost.' Hell, my little dowdy-girls didn't even know what it meant.

Did I say 'ossified' up there. Beg pardon. What I meant was, 'assified.'

2003-09-13T18:26:00.000-07:00

I teach middle school. I need a place to vent. A place to scream and yell and throw things. A place where I can tell political correctness to kiss off. Because, it sucks.

Hopefully, I have found that place. Yay!

I am not your average teacher. Beware. Tread carefully. Here Be Dragons. Bwahahahaha