The insanity at work is snowballing and by the time we have our weekly staff meeting next week I am expecting something worthy of a telenovela episode. I guess my old jobs have just been especially calm.
Today I tackled my grading pile and got to the assignment where students compared places in The Motorcycle Diaries to places in their communities. The most common responses "they have cows," "people fight at parties in Argentina and in Brooklyn" and "we all eat greens but we cook ours."
Those answers are enough to put me in a good mood until the next time a student yells at me for asking them to stop talking in the middle of a lesson.