State of the Mahdi

Most of the time, I like my job. Even on the bad days.

Today, I could cheerfully punch several students right in their smug little uneducated, destined-for-a-bad-end faces.

First up is H, who thinks it's ok to be the rudest little bitch on the planet, but can't abide any rudeness to her.

Next is M, who thinks that telling me he has a short temper should get him out of any explanation for his behavior.

And finally, we have D, who spends his days trying to break me.

Today? Today I hate my job with all the passion in my body. I am sick of trying to teach kids who think "thug" is the best thing they can aspire to be. I'm tired of trying to work with kids who think that going cruising is more important than doing the very simply homework that would take less than an hour to do. I'm tired of trying to teach kids who think that the word "read" is synonymous with "boring." And most of all, I'm sick of trying to teach kids who think their utter lack of motivation is my problem.

I live for the five or six kids in each class who want to learn. But even they can't make me enjoy this job, today.

Days like this, I wonder what was so bad about working at EMH.