A little clarification about yesterday’s post:

I wasn’t upset because of my student’s language. I admired her honesty.

It was her tone of voice and her sneer that sealed her fate. Added to the fact that she’s used the same excuse twice now.

When a student sneers at me, she can flush any leniency down the proverbial terlet.

Plus, she calls me ‘hon.’ Unacceptable. She’s been told so and still does it.

I wish she’d quit that. She’s not my type at all. No, not at all.

George Clooney. That’s my type.

I’d let George Clooney oversleep any time he wanted. He can call me ‘hon,’ too. In fact, I wish he would.

Besides, if he overslept, I would just poke him till he woke up.

Segments of the above post were brought to you by my daydreams and imagination, both of which are occasionally beyond my control.

I love those days.