I teach English to Mexican teenagers. This job ain’t easy on a good day, but when they’re hyper? Forget it. They’re hyper today. 8 girls, all 14 or 15 years old.
They shriek. They scream. They threaten to kill each other one minute and the next they’re swearing about the principal. I’ve never known people who talk so. Goddamn. Loud. All the time.
We’re already in downtown Migraine City and we’re heading straight for Self-imposed Lobotomy-ville.
Someone plug me before my head explodes. I think today is a good day for a looooong writing assignment.
That’s my bitch-fit. I’m going back to work now.