i'm on edge... not on the eve

i snapped at my students today for being unfocused, for not respecting the person "on the mic," and for being just a bunch of self-absorbed, antsy teenagers thinking they're doing me a favor for having me witness their unfunny jokes and their immature behavior. i told them, "we can make these four days go well by supporting each other and respecting each other; or, we can make these four days a living hell." the reaction? silence. one girl tried to stifle a laugh. she was one of the more cookie cutter girls of the group... was high school really that lame? maybe i'm jealous because i'm pushing 30. i'm not on the "eve" of thirty, but close enough... maybe i want to take 10 years off my body... but, do i really? would i want to relive that again? btw, thanks to "r," i've been newly turned onto violeta parra and her song. you can listen to a bit here. i wish i could paint pictures with words like she does... (sigh).