Let's start from the top:

Mama bat is not dying anymore. I don't know how, no one knows how. She is a fucking walking miracle. She actually started chemo! And no fricking side effects either. Just wtf!

But no, let's talk today, because oh boy, today!

First thing: no sleep. Yep, zitch, this is gonna be a good Saturday....I can feel it.

Last cooking class = burgers, aka, I got free lunch, hurray.

Kids class = OH LOOK OUR FLUFFY BAT TEACHER IS HAIRY AF! LET'S WAX HIM WITH STICKERS! -_- *has several bald spots on arms and legs now*

Lunch = let's grade a million homeworks!
Oh boy did the funnies arrive!
"What do you think about banana?" Yes ai do.
No I shit you not, this kid made me scream out loud in frustration, alerting another teacher, who then consoled me when she saw how bad it was.
Another kid: She is wearing a T-shit. Me: *RAUCOUS CHAOTIC LAUGHTER!*.....*sends to teacher group*....not 3 seconds later *3 separate loud raucous chaotic laughter*
I also sent it to people on telly, to same results.

Last classes: Me: Why is _____ not here?
Friend: He is streaking!
Me: O_o wat....
Classmate: He is TRIPPING.
Me: WHAT! O_O (first time sounded like streaking, it got worse)
Him: He is on a trip! He is tripping!
Me; OOOOOOOOOH! *proceeds to explain that trip is a noun, not a verb, in this situation*.....*also tells him what he said* result: *CHAOS LAUGHTER*

Then break time for final class (it's a double class)
Classmate: Teacher someone wrote SOS in blood on the wall!
Me: W.....T......F *IMMEDIATELY goes checking*

Sure enough in all it's gory glory, mentrual blood finger paint........I sigh and take a picture and send to owner and just said it happened....AGAIN

No, I am not joking, this is the second time. I am just done with this shit at this point.

What a goddamn day @_@