I had a kid almost cry in class today. On the first workshop day, I become evil teacher. Why is this, you ask? Well, since day one I have been pumping them up for the workshop, telling them you have to bring 2 copies, etc. I don’t tell them I will send them home if they don’t bring it but I do tell them participation is integral and to be prepared. Well, coming to workshop without a paper is ill preparedness and pretty much eliminates their ability to participate. SO, I sent 3 kids home. I know I know, it sounds harsh but I am a LOT easier than most professors they’ll have as college goes on so you know, it’s time to take some responsibility. But from now on they think I’m evil. It’s ok, I’m used to it.

It’s almost ten so I really ought to be working and actually getting shit done.  I have to find all the addresses of people who worked here but no longer do. Which means that I’ll have about half and then half will be MIA and I’ll struggle and stress and hate myself until all are found. Screw it, I can do this, right?

I want hot chocolate. The hot dog man next door has some so I might do it. It’s just that kinda day. Happy Tuesday.