Oh my "f"ing GOD
I am so very tremendously frustrated with Eldest's school I could just about spit. Honestly, I want to go over there and b*itch slap about four different teachers for the better part of a day.
Do these people even have an idea of what teaching is? Of what their job is? Of what the h*ll they are there for?
I have a meeting with the head of studies tomorrow, and I am not going to be nice at all.
This is a big fat stinking piece of sh*t, and I am going to stir it up but good.
I cannot even go into it all without my head exploding.
I haven't felt this violently frustrated since I was a teen.
Whenever I find myself growing grim about the mouth; whenever it is a damp, drizzly November in my soul; whenever..... it requires a strong moral principle to prevent me from deliberately stepping into the street, and methodically knocking people's hats off - then, I account it high time to get to sea as soon as I can. (Moby Dick)
Hang onto your hats ladies and gentlemen...