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(diaryland) March 04, 2009 - 12:36 p.m.

God almighty. Sometimes small groups of tiny seven-year-olds can be a bit too much for me. I don't even think these guys have cracked the one metre height, but mentally, they're so freaking clever, man. They've got a comeback for everything, plus they don't understand when it's time to stop being a shithead so you don't get into heaps of trouble. That's the sort of lethal combination that make high school teachers lose sleep at night, but here I am, yelling so hard at these tiny, cute kids. It feels weird. Also, one of the better-behaved students wouldn't stop saying, "I've got brain food in my pocket! I've got brain food in my pocket!" He was referring to an apple. I told him to eat it so he couldn't say that it was in there anymore.

I have one more Tuesday like this and then I have two weeks off.




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