Here come the little monsters

Making this post before I drag myself to my bed and sleeeep.
I have been looking like hell warmed all over all day. I could barely keep my eyes open, and fell asleep every chance I got. I still don't enjoy this.
The kids are ok, the ones I have met, and I still need to meet another class, who may also be taught by us... me.
But first, I'll have to suffer trough 40 more classes, because I'm only trough with 10. It took me 3 days. If I get lucky, I might finish it the next week. Because I could attend more classes. I'll be a full-fledged zombie once I finish and then I begin my teaching practice.
My objective is solely to pass. Grade does not matter as long as I do pass, but higher grades of course are more appreciated. But the sooner I get out of that madhouse, the better. Kids are a scary bunch, and I'll either run out screaming bloody murder, or I do it. Truth be told, I could slap a few of them. I sooooo hate little princesses who love to talk everybody out behind their back or in front of their faces, and trust me, I'd love to slap them every time I see them looking at me funny. (Last time they directed us to a wrong corridor out of... well, being cool and fucking with the student teachers. Aint't they bloody cute? Hell no.)
Well, it might be my tiredness talking, but I'm so very wiped out now... So I'm going to sleep. 8 hours of sleep... what a dream come true. I really hope it will, or I'm going to sleep while I sit at the hairdresser. (I have to go there once every year, because my curly hair is very, very artificial. Sniffle.)