... shit.

In Coupling, there's an episode where Steve finds out that his
ex-girlfriend's aunt has died. Unable to come up with anything to say to a
woman who doesn't seem to get that he can't be acting as her boyfriend
anymore, and in reply to her exasperated demand that he say
something, he utters a very funny, but also very poignant, drawn-out
"shit" that I can't seem to find a way to recreate visually. Maybe "...
shhhhit."
Anyway, that's how I feel right now. In a matter of minutes, I have to tell
three seniors that they won't be able to graduate with their class, as none
of them passed their last-chance CAHSEE tests. And though I never taught
any of these kids before this year, and even though one of them has done
next to nothing all year, and another has had some bad luck, compounded by
stupid decisions, and only in the last semester has really begun to try to
work, and even though they've had a whole lot of chances to pass this test
since the 10th grade... I feel kind of like I've let them down. And even if
I didn't, I have to be the one to give them really shitty news that's going
to result in tears, not to mention possible drop-outs or sit-and-do-nothings
for the rest of the year.

And it was such a NICE morning. I even got my daughter a little present for
when I get home!

FEH!