just a few things.

Apparently a prostrate problem has hit the freshman class. I know this because not a single student has been able to control their bladder today; instead, one by one they come to my desk and insist that they must go to the bathroom immediately. I also happen to know that beverages are not allowed in class, so outside of break and lunch there should be no liquid consumption. I, for one, have not been to the restroom once today, and I just so happen to have a pea-sized bladder. Not to mention my control top tights that are oppressing my lower abdomen.

With my discomfort in mind, I would think that my wee charges could "hold it" for just one class period. I have been for at least 6 periods. But no, my wee charges constantly have to... well, wee.

And Heaven forbid I say no! Even though I have been left with strict instructions-- No Passes Out-- those puppy dog eyes look at me as though I have denied them oxygen or Justin Bieber when I say no.

Tomorrow, I'm putting my foot down.

Along with my complaint, I'll leave you with my favorite student quote of the day:

"I really, really wish Britain would've won the Battle of 1812. That would've been really cool.... Then we could all go over to Hermione Granger's house."