Tuesday, July 26, 2011

Breakdown in T-Minus...

Remind me, club me over the head and chain me down if you have to, but remind me next year that I am seriously, seriously done with this job.

Still love the kids.  I really really do.  But as Aaron said tonight: "I don't care what they're paying you; it can't be worth it."

It isn't, incidentally, worth it.

Tonight I want to die of sore thorat and summertime head cold, and all I want\need\crave is a long, drugged-up sleep for my body to heal, but I am fighting exhaustion here trying to make fucking Aesop's fables feel fresh and interesting and not so fucking lame and we-had-nothing-better-to-give-you-so...do-fables-y......


I love the kids.  I think if I didn't I might just throw my hands up and do this little childrens book exactly as she handed it to me...a children's book with middleschoolers.  Going-to-be-eighth-graders.  URBAN ones for christ's sake.

Oh, and don't give them a lot of lines, and do alot of unison, and basically sabotage any chance they have a being good or having a good time.

Aw.  I'm mostly crabby because of the cold.  I warned you.  But honestly.  Fables?

I'm so tired I think I'm just gunna cry and go to bed.

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