Cat-astrophes

I guess I could write about the latest episode of mini-She-Ra Tantrum Queen who has bruised many and left fear in all.

I could write about the 'lightbulb fiasco', of which is the reason there is a chair placed in the middle of my room, covered in concrete dust and I'm still sitting in the dark...

I may also write about the legend of 'bumface' and his sporadic appearance in my classroom.

Maybe I should tell you about the psychologist, the counsellor and the kid with two pencils up his nose.

Then I would have to tell you about the graceful and inspiring 'boobie dance'.

(The last three stories actually happen to involve the same 'lovely darling')

Maybe I could tell you about my adventure of twirling glowing balls on the rooftop of Westfields in Parramatta...(yes, the teacher has finally been driven nuts kids)

It's been a pretty interesting week.
So why am I so uninspired?

xxx