Circle a, b, c, a and b, b and c, all of the above, or none of the above

I have a slight problem. I realized as I began my exam that I viewed it more as a game than a serious academic test. My inner monologue as I turned over the test started along the lines of..."Isn't it nice that this is kinda like a game of Trivial Pursuit?....Wait a minute, that's kinda fucked up. This is worth something important, you better focus dolt." Comparing a final to a trivia puzzle in a car ride companion is just NOT a good idea. It's sick. I better take the next one more seriously, it's even harder and there's three times as much material. And I officially hate choosing between b and c, a and b, all of the above and none of the above. That's a mind game and I don't see how it's not a trick when more than one can be right. They say pick the one that's "more right." "More right" is a stupid term. And now I'm blathering about exams and it's making me angry and so I digress. Angry is not the way I want to end today.

After the exam I wandered around the bookstore with my ipod going through tables of bargain books and discount text books. I was just killing time. But it was nice to finally have time to kill and do nothing but stare at book titles. I couldn't help but begin cursing the lack of time I had to actually sit down and read them. It was ironic. I could only speculate as to whether or not I "might" enjoy one if I had the time to read it. I've added a book about Josephine Bonaparte to my list of "I will read one day I swears"

I went to work. They forgot to buy me groceries for cooking class. Luckily, someone ran out and did. (Thank you, it was much appreciated). The only recipe in the book was for Kraft dinner. This would not hold the hour time spot. So I got out the celery, peanut butter, raisins, coconut and sunflower seeds so we could make bugs on a log. it was the only moment of genius I had all day. Delicious healthy food for my little lovelies. Then, genius me, I decided to treat them to hot chocolate and one little girl spilled on her tummy and cried cause it was hot. I felt like a complete idiot and totally responsible for her crocodile tears. I still feel awful. I deserve lashings for that one, poor baby. You deserve a present much better than anything I can think of right now. The other mothers probably think I'm a moron. I'll make it up to them next week somehow. After that fiasco the little boy who was supposed to be observed by mom, Mr. Disruptive, he came to class and decided not to stay. His mom said he was probably embarassed. That's it. I've humiliated a child into fearing my class. I encouraged him to come back next week but again I feel like dirt. He can't really help that he is surrounded by people who use terrible language, the kid is sponge. Adults should be punished for the way children behave, children only need to know better and learn WHY IT'S WRONG. UGH.

On top of it all I've got pains in my abdomen and I've cut back on vices. I'm developing a tick as we speak.
But my goodfriends Advil Liquigels and Peppermint Tea are here. We're going to listen to some angry-rocker-chick-almost-feminist-but-much-more-baddass music and chill.

I still feel awful.