tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7534504399217935110.post6980847976627762510..comments2018-10-20T04:56:16.257-07:00Comments on The Problem of Audience and Purpose: My House When I Sit to Grade on SundayAmethysthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16056345810552731605noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7534504399217935110.post-1560575133201339932013-03-10T19:53:38.308-07:002013-03-10T19:53:38.308-07:00Uh, yeah. I have been there. On Friday, in fact! I...Uh, yeah. I have been there. On Friday, in fact! Imagine that situation and then having to wait until they can send someone to cover your class, which will undoubtedly not do any work after you leave, so that you can go deal with the situation. <br />Amethysthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16056345810552731605noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7534504399217935110.post-37773193978157345912013-03-10T18:54:13.474-07:002013-03-10T18:54:13.474-07:00Oh... my... I feel lucky to be single and childles...Oh... my... I feel lucky to be single and childless. A bit. Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11341914118092844488noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7534504399217935110.post-47434974836348899132013-03-10T16:14:30.144-07:002013-03-10T16:14:30.144-07:00Shit. I want to cry for you! I remember those da...Shit. I want to cry for you! I remember those days. Then I would send the kid to school without meds and within 2 hours, "Ms. Hersch, this is Mr. Dunbar. I have Trevor here in my office...". Holy crap. A lot of wine and cigarettes. Lots of wine and cigarettes!! That's the only way I made it. Pretty bad. <br />Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11246735251529470445noreply@blogger.com