partay

There's nothing worse than having the nice cande-lit reading that you planned so that your students could show off the pieces that they have worked hard on writing ABSOLUTELY RUINED by the wild party the class next door is having. Sigh. Maybe I'm being a little dramatic. But here's the part that got my goat:

Two girls from the wild party next door come into my class room after the bell has rung at the end of class. They're talking to one of my students:
Girl from next door: what did you do? We had a party! I won this prize! We played games!
My student: we had candles . . . .
GFND: ha ha ha, candles! How was your satire (say that as sarcastically as possible in your head)? (My students wrote satires about Christmas)
MS: . . . .
GFND: (blabs on about how much better their party was than ours)
Me: you need to leave now. You are being incredibly rude, and you need to leave.
GFND: (slinks out)

So maybe I over reacted. But there's something that rubs me the wrong way about people who gloat. And people who need to think that the things they do are so much better than others. On that note, Merry Christmas!

Scott and I leave tomorrow!