That's all this post is really to say... that I've had ENOUGH of 8th graders (and some of their teachers!). My patience is gone, I'm tired, and nothing I do is ever cool enough. That's fine; I'm okay with not being cool, but no matter what I do they still can't speak or write correct English!
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Poor you! I couldn't imagine 8th graders! Maybe you should come in one day with grandma skirt, shoes, shirt, and your hair in a bun and act like the old school marm and throw erasers like my 8th grade teacher did!
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