As you guys may know from my post on Saturday, I got to teach a few classes at the school on ancient Egypt.  No, I have no teaching credentials; I am only an enthusiastic amateur.  But I figured why not?  Teaching taught me two things about myself:

1.  I really don’t like kids in general.

2.  My expectations of what a teenager in the ninth grade should know are obviously far too high.

But more on that later.  Now that I’m done stressing it’s time for a break.  Then I’ll be back to ranting on Friday when I’m coherent enough to post about reading and reading comprehension (or lack thereof).