Miss! Miss!

OMG! When the hell did I become a trainee teacher? Seriously. One minute I'm sat in my bedroom in Sheffield handing out blank pieces of paper to non-existent 'pupils' and putting ticks next to misspelt names on a homemade register. The next? I'm about to register on a course which expects me to hand out sheets and tick off names on a register, just like I did when I was 4. Only this time I will be confronted with a classroom full of pupils who cannot be bothered and would rather setup hate groups entitled 'Miss Lambo55 looks like a rat's arse' on Facebook. SHIT. Yes, this has been my life's ambition since I was an apple in my father's eye. Yes, I do still want to do it, but, SHIT. So... first things first. I have to look the part. Only problem is, I look about 12 :S Is it wrong that I sometimes wish there was an opposite treatment to botox? You know, just something that will make my skin sag just that little bit more than it should? Oh, dear... I have officially lost it :/ Anyway, I am leaving you for another year. Ciao for now!