Summer class students

I don't know what it is, but it always seems like my summer class students are under the impression that they'll have to do less work than a full semester student, and like they're entitled to an easier class. That attitude can fuck right the fuck off. I'm giving up free time with my kids to teach their sorry, stupid asses (and dear God are this summer's students stupid), and they don't bother to read the damn textbook before asking me questions that I FUCKING ANSWERED IN THE FUCKING TEXTBOOK!!! Then, when I ANSWER said question, and tell them that it was in chapter X on X page in the textbook, THEY FUCKING HAVE THE FUCKING BALLS TO FUCKING TELL ME THAT THEY MAYBE SHOULD HAVE FUCKING READ THE FUCKING TEXTBOOK!! Only fucking MAYBE!!

And that doesn't address the whole FUCKING asking the FUCKING same FUCKING question FUCKING OVER AND OVER again, because they FUCKING didn't bother to read the damn FUCKING answer and FUCKING apply it to their FUCKING question the FIRST FUCKING TIME.

I hate summer classes. I wouldn't mind so much if I had the students that were taking summer classes because they were overachievers, but it seems like I never do.

I'd also like to send out a huge FUCK YEAH!!! to my 2 1/2 year old son for actually crapping in his potty chair for the first time this morning !!!

Sick.

Three out of four of us--the baby is the only one who doesn't seem miserable.

Both parents being sick at once can really fuck off.

Cable company

Recently, we told AT&T to fuck off for their new data caps on their DSL. Now, I'd like to tell our cable company to FTFO: for the second week in a row, we've had an internet/phone outage. This time, thankfully, it was only a couple hours instead of the whole day.

And thankfully, this time, it happened on a Friday, instead of some other day of the workweek--summer classes (even online ones) meet MTWTh.

Worn out. Have at it.

Was on the road yesterday around five hours for a round trip—three of those with a baby in the back screaming at the top of her lungs at random intervals—taking said baby to meet a relative. I'm a bit too worn out to be angry about much this morning…so have at it.