TWO THINGS

First: What the fuck is up with the pokey seeds in this orange? They're like little daggers and all they do is germinate pain! Second: My student C came into class this morning raving about how he was stopped and hassled by the security guard for not wearing his id badge. He said grinning at his perceived cleverness, "I shoulda told him to go back to his own country and sleep on the dirt floor. Heh!" As soon as he said this I knew which guard he was talking about; the African National.

I was supposedly hired to teach adults. I can't believe I have to deal with this shit.