Frustration and Snobbery

Alysia and I are having a problem. We can't decide whether the people here at Althouse are snobs, or just nervous potential teachers like ourselves.

Briefly we flirted with the idea that we might be the snobs, but that can't be it! We're so loveable. In any case I've had to get used to the uncomfortability of high school all over again. At least no one has shoved me into a locker yet, and some girl in the lunch line said she liked my shoes, so BONUS!

Thus far I have learned:

• "weaksauce" means a joke wasn't funny
• "iced out" is the new "bling bling"
• Thames Valley District School Board has an excellent Safe Schools/violence prevention program
• my classes are mostly info. sessions rather than courses on critical thinking and I'll have to adjust
• "cars and telephones" by The Arcade Fire could prove to be a bad bad influence on my gas tank
• Tudor Costache is strangely over-protective of his tighty whities
• Six Feet Under is addictive even the second time around
  

On the plus side, the drink cart is serving us well and I've already gone through a bottle of wine and nearly a whole bottle of vodka. It's just so darn hot in our house and alcoholic beverages taste sooo good. Anyhow, I think it's important that teachers become alcoholics, at least for the first few years. Once we get through those in a drunken haze, I'm sure everything will be smooth sailing.

See ya'll Thursday for Cuff the Duke!