fullAlso I made homemade karaage (like fried chicken, but ginger-soy and fried in potato starch) and holy shit I'm never going back to that packet I had been buying before. I cannot wait to eat more of it cold for lunch tomorrow. On the other hand I accidentally dropped a big piece back in the oil and burned the everliving shit out of my palm when I caught like a spoon's worth of oil in my hand. DO NOT RECOMMEND. I don't know what's wrong with me lately.
I did so much nothing over my 5-day break and I needed every second of it, plus a bunch more seconds that I can't have. I feel slightly more like I might be able to survive this school year, whereas middle of last week I was getting less and less sure. I think the worst part is how burned out the kids seem too, and how many take zeros for refusing to turn in projects. I'm glad every single day that I don't teach a core subject, because if I had a bunch of parents and administrators riding me all the time about the amount of kids I am surely going to fail this year...I wouldn't work at my school, if that were the case, I guess.
Been working on this fic for days and tipped over the point where I know the amount of effort I've put into it has far surpassed any interest other people will express in it. Ehhhhhh.
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