Excerpts from Kristine Beaver's Diary
9/18/05
What I like most so far about my job is Russ, the ninth and tenth grade chemistry teacher. He's so cute. Every morning he comes to my classroom with a beaker full of hot coffee. Yes, a beaker! He's gotten to know just how much cream and sugar I like in my coffee so I don't even have to worry about it. I love it. I think I love Russ. I know haven't known him for very long, and usually I'm not attracted to guys with mustaches, but there is something about him. I can't put my finger on it.
9/29/05
Doug, one of my freshman, called me a retard today. I had asked him to sit in an assigned seat in my study hall. He didn't want to sit in an assigned seat, and that's when he called me a retard. He said it loud. I let Doug know that he would be getting a detention for calling me a retard. In return, he gave me the finger. I asked Doug to go down to the office and talk to Mr. McMahon about his behavior. Doug told me to inform the office that they can lick his ball sack. I told him that I would, and I did. I let the office know this as soon as study hall was over. I also let Doug know on his detention slip that most people don't like being called names and he should think before he speaks.
10/18/05
Russ is married. The bastard. The fucking nerve. I had even told my mom about him. I said that there was this guy at work that he was a little bit older and a little chunky, but so sweet. I can't believe it. He invites me to his Halloween party. He says his wife's favorite holiday is Halloween. Two months into the school year and this is the first time he mentions his wife. Over Halloween. I hate Halloween. I didn't tell Russ this, but I did say that I didn't know he was married. He tells me that it has been 7 years. I ask why he doesn't wear a wedding ring and he tells me it's because of the chemicals and appliances he uses all day. He says he'd rather play it safe. I wanted to tell Russ to fuck off after he said this but that wouldn't have be very professional.
9/18/05
What I like most so far about my job is Russ, the ninth and tenth grade chemistry teacher. He's so cute. Every morning he comes to my classroom with a beaker full of hot coffee. Yes, a beaker! He's gotten to know just how much cream and sugar I like in my coffee so I don't even have to worry about it. I love it. I think I love Russ. I know haven't known him for very long, and usually I'm not attracted to guys with mustaches, but there is something about him. I can't put my finger on it.
9/29/05
Doug, one of my freshman, called me a retard today. I had asked him to sit in an assigned seat in my study hall. He didn't want to sit in an assigned seat, and that's when he called me a retard. He said it loud. I let Doug know that he would be getting a detention for calling me a retard. In return, he gave me the finger. I asked Doug to go down to the office and talk to Mr. McMahon about his behavior. Doug told me to inform the office that they can lick his ball sack. I told him that I would, and I did. I let the office know this as soon as study hall was over. I also let Doug know on his detention slip that most people don't like being called names and he should think before he speaks.
10/18/05
Russ is married. The bastard. The fucking nerve. I had even told my mom about him. I said that there was this guy at work that he was a little bit older and a little chunky, but so sweet. I can't believe it. He invites me to his Halloween party. He says his wife's favorite holiday is Halloween. Two months into the school year and this is the first time he mentions his wife. Over Halloween. I hate Halloween. I didn't tell Russ this, but I did say that I didn't know he was married. He tells me that it has been 7 years. I ask why he doesn't wear a wedding ring and he tells me it's because of the chemicals and appliances he uses all day. He says he'd rather play it safe. I wanted to tell Russ to fuck off after he said this but that wouldn't have be very professional.
posted by jbek at 8:05 PM
1 Comments:
jim
here's what i know about michael jordan, right now:
* the man knows a good suit when he sees one. probably, he buys it as soon as he sees it.
http://sportsillustrated.cnn.com/2005/writers/phil_taylor/10/26/taylor1026/
* i didn't really get too much from his first author attempt "i can't accept not trying". my mom bought it for me when i graduated HDJ and i read it once and then left it in a box in the guest room closet on gaslight dr.
* despite this, mj was once my hero. there is really no denying the grace with which the man played. will it ever be repeated? i doubt it.
i played bball in 6th grade at DMS. i never really got into the groove of it. not only was i terrible at dribbling, but my jump shot was about 45% accurate. how embarassing.
i played soccer until freshman year, and then didn't want to deal with being on a high school team. the politics and the competition. perhaps the comraderie would've been a benefit, but i found that with the golf team.
HDJ golf, and to think i broke nos' (remember the coach jim? how do you spell his name? nosbitzch? i can't remember.) heart. i broke his heart by only playing a quarter of the season and then leaving the team. how unfortunate.
there are few choices i would take back, but that's one of them. should've led that team to the state championship jim. blast it all to hell.
Post a Comment
<< Home