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It is completely unfair that a nerve-wracking week of work has also been the most beautiful weather ever. It's been bright and sunny, but cool and very windy, and the grass has sprung up all green. The dandelions and violets scream colors out of the yard.

And I'm inside saying AGAIN that you need to get on istation, NOT coolmath, give me a break, and who the heck is playing Gangham Style?? I don't care if your teacher does let you take clothes off and do gymnastics to music. No. No. What? No. Why are you crying? She said what? Disregard that. No, don't ignore her. It makes her screech louder. Just remember that she is not in charge of anybody, especially you. Dude! That is not yours. Hands off. Yes, I called you dude. No, I don't know what happened to your other shoe. You haven't had a shoe on the whole time I've been here and it hasn't been an emergency until now. What happened to whose face? Ah. I'm calling that a natural consequence. I don't care if it is a kid in the video, Booty Pop is not appropriate to sing in class. Fine. I'll call your Mom at work and you can sing it for her and if she thinks it's ok, I won't say another word about it. That's what I thought.

And then I come home and sit and stare for awhile. I don't remember third grade being so weird.