I should have gone to the gym today. I feel so tense and annoyed with the world. I could snap at any moment and take out a small village.
I am so fed up with the concept of “private information” in this country! How is it rude or even simply uncouth to ask if a child that you teach possibly has a mental disorder?
There are ways to ask that type of thing tactfully and information of this nature is important to know If you are teaching a group of kids, a group of OTHER people’s kids who you happen to be responsible for!
I asked the office staff in one of my schools about the mental state of one of the kids in my class. This child often goes from happy to bubbly to extremely hyper to suddenly sad. This usually happens two or three times every class. I only see the kid once a week for an hour. Naturally, I think something is wrong with him.
I’ve had this kid in class going on five months now. After seeing the kid burst into tears after losing a game and then one minute later bouncing around the class again I got really worried. (Is that a passive sentence? I think it is.)
Anyway, I asked the staff at my school to investigate. They concluded that he was just precocious.
Really. Precocious. They said “precocious”.
I was really proud of the staff for pulling that word out of a hat, but still deeply annoyed. Precocious does not explain weird mood swings, but they just chose to ignore that.
I questioned the staff member about the kid again today and she told me that they, the school, couldn’t ask the mom about the kid because it was a rude question, qualified as private in formation, and that the mom and child are customers.
Annoyed. I am so annoyed with those bullshit answers. I think the kid either has ADD or is bipolar. I need that info in class. Fuck the school needs that info in the kids file in case some crazy shit happens.
Japan is so STUPID sometimes! They can save all the fucking different culture arguments too! If that “precocious” kid wigs out and hurts himself or one of the other kids in the class I don’t want anyone looking at me. I have done all that I can. I don’t know his private info so I can’t be held responsible.
Shit! My boyfriend has fallen asleepon my arm. Damn I’m trapped.
This morning at approximately 10:45 Soda Pop, a Playstation 3 residing in the home of A. Knight, passed away. Residents of the home report that Soda Pop had been fighting for quite some time with overheating. Doctors had recently removed obstructions from Soda Pop’s vents but were unable to do away with his problems.
Soda Pop leaves behind only one family member, Mr. A. Knight. Knight had this to say about the Death of Pop, “Goddammit! I was just about to play muthafucking Castle Crashers! LAWD!!!!! Why did this happen to me?”
It is believed that Knight shall replace Pop with a younger, shinier, more sexually adventurous PS3 soon.