Highlights of my Day... Monday, May 26

1. My sports students used “misunderstanding” as a means of justifying why ONLY 5 students (one of which, I should note here, is technically not my student) showed up for class today.

2. That’s “Bogus” with a capital B… and I don’t buy it. They said they didn’t understand my email. My email, which was about 4 simple sentences long and ended with, "enjoy the festival and I will see you next week in class" and which I know for a fact, well over half of them don’t get, don’t read, or don’t care to understand. And so on that note, it stressed me today to know that in a class of 26 students, 14 of them have failed.

3. Discovering the my prized student, who’s technically not even my student cause he’s on some other teacher’s attendance sheet, won’t be allowed to earn a mark in my class was really frustrating. I was hoping that the other professor and I would be able to work things out with regards to giving him a mark as supposed to a fail, but it’s not realistic and it isn’t going to work. My expectations (presentations, quizzes, etc) are different than his and so it’s not possible. Telling my student this, after he has week after week gone beyond what I expected of him and has been incredibly awesome in class and outside of class to me, was kind of heartbreaking. He’s one of my top students and yet, how ironic, he’s not even my student.

5. While walking back to my office with one of my students, I freaked out at the sight of what looked like a student hanging off one of the buildings. I yelled out to the student and then approached them. There, on the second floor, was what I thought was a student holding on for dear life and only me being concerned about them.

6. Joke was on me… apparently it’s a part of an art exhibit. Not too sure what is really so artsy about a bunch of manikins hanging off buildings but the students seemed to be amused.

7. Despite having last week off school, many of my students showed up today so exhausted. I had told them to use the week to get lots of sleep. I guess one girl didn’t take my advice cause she totally crashed in class… literally. I noticed her head bobbing and then… BANG… off her chair she flew, crashing on the floor and bringing all her books and make-up with her. Hats off to my sleeping beauty who recovered from her crash by getting up and blurting out, “I’m tired!”… hehehe. The class was in tears from laughing… so funny!!!

8. Scored a brutal bruise on my left thigh at training tonight, which means I definitely won’t be able to pull out my hot pants from the closet and strut around in them any time soon.

9. Telling Junior Mint that if he hit me like this in Canada he’d be in jail wasn’t exactly funny to him, nor was it the best thing to say during pad work as it only resulted in him hitting me even more and yelling out, “Here Korea!”

10. After I showered, I look down at my leg and there looking back at me was a bruise quickly forming. I remember when I was young, I was always getting spanked. I thought my days of "tough love", as my mom would call it, were over. After getting spanked, I'd go running up to my room crying and then check to see just how red my cheeks were. Only once did my mom make me wash my mouth out with soap but she then went back to spanking me. I think it was because I didn't really mind the taste of the soap. I remember my mom use to use this broken wooden cutting board to spank us with and it wasn't till much later that one day I decided to steal it and hide it. It was like a sacred trophy to me... ahhh, the wooden paddle. With it's a million and one scratches and numerous spanking stories it would tell if it could speak, I felt so powerful and invisible with it in my little hands. It was as if my mom was some great super hero and I had just taken her weapon away. It was the most feared object when I was younger, more feared than walking in the dark, being alone at night in the basement, or discovering another dead animal my cat Bobo use to bring home. I think I may still even have that very same paddle packed away in one of my many boxes at my parent's house in Canada... hehehe. Ahh the paddle... it taught me manners, how to quickly smarten up, it knocked some sense into me, ... and it taught me how to flex my butt... hehehe. Thanks for the spanks!

QUESTION OF THE DAY...
If some people think spanking is so wrong, than how do you explain why I came out so good?

QUOTE OF THE DAY...
You're not too old to be spanked.
-- my mom