Number 2 (pencils, you morons!)

Well. . .I don’t know if anybody actually even reads my beautiful sunshiny little blog, but I’m going to vent anyways. I would just like the world to know that I am very angry with my ancient computer that shuts down whatever program it is that I am trying to use, and proceeds to hate me, until it’s too late for what I wanted to use it for. That might make no sense, but I bloody well will not proofread my blog.
I’m also pissed off at the United States Government and their stupid horrible hoops that they make me jump through, just to be a certified teacher. I mean, a few hundred years ago, the only qualification a teacher had to have was to graduate from high school. Now, though, not only do I have to go to four years of college education classes, and student teach, I also have to pay $205 to take a 4 hour long test to tell the US Govt that I can teach. Because that will help them know. Sure. I think that my quality of writing on a 2 hour long essay test will be a great indicator of how well I teach Kindergarten. Right. Oh, and then they tell us that we have to bring our own number 2 pencils—not a problem, right? I have a million—oh but wait, they have to be NON-mechanical. What do we live in, the dark ages? I have so far asked at least five people, and do any of them have even a pencil sharpener? Um, no. I found non-mechanical number 2 pencils, but I can’t make them pointy.
Anyways, I guess I’m done ranting. If any of you are up this Saturday morning, you can send happy thoughts towards me, as I sit in a dark, cold, room, with a bunch of other morons who want to be teachers, writing my fingers to the bone (I hope), and trying not to hate my life.
On the happy side of life, I went to Wal-Mart last night and bout these cool cartoon classic dvds for a dollar each. So I think I’m going to go watch Inspector Gadget Saves Christmas now.