Weaseling Out: The Thing That Separates Us from the Animals (except, for, of course, weasels).

Well, here I stand: Completely and utterly unprepared for teaching tomorrow.

I did a dab of work here, a spot of reading here, but it is 1.15am, and I still have not one bloody clue about what to do with the little brats…

Ah, well. C’est la vie! There’s always Group Work.

Group Work: The teacher’s best friend.

And, yes, I am fully aware that I suck. Thanks, anyway.