"when women wear makeup they’re basically lying to us" well i don’t see why i’m being blamed for a man stupid enough to really think i have red and gold eyelids

(via marquis-shax)

Test for the horrible class: done. They’ll probably complain about it being too hard, but whatever. They’re always trying to not do the work anyway.

The older ones were pretty happy with working on The Truman Show, and they understood the pitch pretty well even if I didn’t give them a translation. Pretty proud of them. Funny moment, though, when I gave the homework for after we watch the film and asked for a 100-words essay in which they have to give an argumentated opinion on it. They started protesting, saying it was too much, that they didn’t know how to wirte essays (it IS true that they were supposed to learn that this year but they had no teacher, so well) and I waited for them to calm the hell down and paused and said “Do you know how many lines 100-words make? TEN.”

There was silence, and they started to laugh and said they hadn’t seen it that way. I THINK they actually realized something… I hope.

Apart from that, weather is beautiful and I even had time to work on the translation *happy* !


“Jump off the cliff and build your wings on the way down.” The secret of life and love, according to Ray Bradbury. (via)


100% of people who tell you you’re too sensitive are saying it because they don’t want to be held responsible for your reaction when they mistreat you

(via indifferenttodick)

F*uck you too, universe

Well, today was pretty shitty…

I went to the other school where I’m supposed to teach and they all looked at me like I was a delicate thing about to be devoured by some sort of particularly ugly creature when I was introduced as the substitute english teacher. A training teacher even came to me to whisper in my ear that I had to be “very firm from the beginning. But like, VERY FIRM.”
I just looked at her. What the actual hell was I supposed to say? I nodded and said I would be, indeed, VERY firm.

I still have no info as to what the kids had been doing last time they actually HAD a teacher, so I’ll have to improvise tomorrow, which is manageable with the older ones but not with the 11 years old. My mum’s advice was “don’t start talking until they’re completely quiet.” She’s been a teacher for twenty years now, she should know…

And after that, as I was meeting a friend to go and enjoy the sun in the park, some A**HOLE took my phone !!! I had just hung up with said friend, he walked to me, said “Hey, miss…” and by the time I looked up to see what he wanted, he pinched the phone and ran away.
I DID run after him, yelling insults (note: this had no effect whatsoever), which allowed me to give as accurate a description as possible to the police. But now I have to buy a phone — and I had made the last payment on this one two months ago !!

My brain somehow reverted straight to what I call “alien” mode, in which I spend hours grumbling about how stupid humans are and how I hate this planet.

So, well, it’s 9 pm here, the Boyfriend is out of town for work tonight so I’m all alone mulling over this shitty succession of hours… Hence this horrible post that contains only bitchin’ about the world. Allow me to apologize for that.

On these words, good night to y’all !!


Nooooo!! Papercut! Aaargh…

"Writers aren’t exactly people, they’re a bunch of people trying to be one person."

— F. Scott Fitzgerald (via maxkirin)