I'm so mad I could spit nails!

Yes, that's right... I actually said it.  That phrase that, for over 10 years, I've been making fun of my mother for using.  All this week I've been administering a language assessment to my students.  It's a really important test that will decide whether or not they are in ESOL again next year.  So naturally, I don't want any of them to pass it, and they ALL want to pass it!  I mean, if that pass that's good because it demonstrates that they learned something while in my class -- but if they all pass, I won't have any students left to teach next year.  But enough with the explanations.  The reason I am so furious is because I caught one of my students using his cell phone to look for an answer.  I'm positively sure that my face turned beet red.  I didn't even have words for that kid.  In fact, I just stared at him (he was completely unaware).  When I felt like I had enough control over myself to talk to him, I calmly asked him to sit in the next room.  He figured out what was going on when I announced to that teacher why I was kicking him out.  Ugh.  Stupid kids.