Ah, I had nearly forgotten this “journal” entirely.

It has been a while, but, there is nothing new to write of that bears the public eye. Even classes have proceeded with such normalcy as to be dull, and, even I may only gripe of the students in general so many times in a row ( Read more... )

I haven't the time for this journal except on rare occasions. This is one of them, if only because I am too sick to do much else... the singular disadvantage of teaching, sleeping, and otherwise living in the draftiest part of an ancient castle.

And yet there is little to write of... I will clear up one point, however, and that is that I do not ( Read more... )

Well, it seems it is my unspoken duty, of a sort, to at the least give this journal an update once in a while. If, indeed- anything on public display where any may comment and read can, in fact, be considered a journal… but I am at a loss of what else to call it. What do those of you reading this… bastard child to the theory of privacy… call your ( Read more... )

I am indeed still here, however- I haven't the time as of late to spend on this... thing.

No respite may last long, most especially when it involves... children. It seems that the students have begun to return, with their general lack of dignity fully intact. If I was given a knut for every dungbomb left at my classroom door by the disrespectful cretins... I would be very rich indeed...

I have, today, received a catalogue by anonymous owl post. It’s contents... predictably enough...was entirely of hair care products. It was placed where it belonged- in the rubbish bin beneath my desk. The originality of my students is stupefying, for certain. So much so, that I am compelled to give a test when classes first resume. I will think of ( Read more... )

Today is... apparently... the muggle version of Yule, if I have the date correct. I know little of it, though I have heard of a rather obese man in red and white breaking into homes to ‘give out presents’. I’ve had the misfortune of needing to go to the muggle world a few times during this time of year, for various pressing reasons, and I believe I ( Read more... )

No, I don’t think I quite understand the overwhelming... ‘logic’ my students hold to.

Catepillars need to be chopped, and scarab beetles need to be crushed. There is, you will note, a distinct difference between these two instructions. Why, then, have I found an entire jar of crushed catepillars left over as one of many tasks from a previous ( Read more... )

Firstly, if you are so foolishly inclined as to add me to your "friends list"- do attempt some form of courtesy by telling me as much. I will quite likely add you back, though do understand that it is out of an urge to keep track of those keeping an eye on my personal writings, not out of any sort of ill-placed feelings of... friendship. I won’t ( Read more... )