Pricks

I started to get worked up
about a student today,
but then I had a thought:

Eh. You're a dime-a-dozen asshole.


Ok ok, then I felt bad and guilty
that I didn't have more patience--yadda yadda.

But Spring Quarter is so difficult;
just when I finally have students
(whom I have been working with for 10 weeks)
that I can have a really good conversation with--
BAM--
I have to start all over with those
who don't have a clue and may not care.

Sometimes, it's exciting.
Other times? It's exhausting.