The Waiting Room

My head is throbbing right now. Not a migraine, but still. Trick-or-Treat night is hard on dogs. When you enter my house, the foyer has another door that leads to the living room. We keep that door closed. Because of that, the Boy can't see who is at the front door or dart out. But, the constant ringing of the doorbell made him go crazy with barking. At one point, he just sat there, staring at the door, waiting for the bell like Pavlov's slobbering dog. Imagine that for three hours.

Antoher thought, What is up with 14 and 15 year olds Trick or Treating????

Also, I am in one of those moods where I don't want to be bothered or deal with people, especially students right now. Maybe it's midterms, I am not sure. Between the fuckwit in my Critical Thinking class and the overall level of laziness of the majority of my students, I just don't feel like being very cordial or supportive of them right now.

I am unsure of what to do with the fuckwit. Husband suggested that I just let it go. I have nothing to prove. But I think he misses the point. It's not about my having to prove anything to anyone. It's about teaching this guy about proper argument technique. Also, it you disrespect someone in power, you better be ready to deal with the consequences. And, you don't mess with women, especially talented, highly educated women.

But at the same time, I wonder if I do clean his clock, if he will go cry to the administration. One of my colleagues told me that a student, whom she would not identify, indicated to her that I have a tenancy to play favorites when it comes to my students. This colleague informed the person that such an idea was WAY off base. I did not ask who said this, and I would not press her into telling me. But I wonder if it is the same fuckwit. So that gives me pause.

Crud. All of this is making my headache worse.